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Poems by Emily Dickinson
Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
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1.
I. LIFE.
1.
I. REAL RICHES.
2.
II. SUPERIORITY TO FATE.
3.
III. HOPE.
4.
IV. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. I.
5.
V. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. II.
6.
VI. A WORD.
7.
[VII. To venerate the simple days]
8.
VIII. LIFE'S TRADES.
9.
[IX. Drowning is not so pitiful]
10.
[X. How still the bells in steeples stand]
11.
[XI. If the foolish call them ‘flowers,’]
12.
XII. A SYLLABLE.
13.
XIII. PARTING.
14.
XIV. ASPIRATION.
15.
XV. THE INEVITABLE,
16.
XVI. A BOOK.
17.
[XVII. Who has not found the heaven below]
18.
XVIII. A PORTRAIT.
19.
XIX. I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN.
20.
XX. SATURDAY AFTERNOON.
21.
[XXI. Few get enough,—enough is one]
22.
[XXII. Upon the gallows hung a wretch]
23.
XXIII. THE LOST THOUGHT.
24.
XXIV. RETICENCE.
25.
XXV. WITH FLOWERS.
26.
[XXVI. The farthest thunder that I heard]
27.
[XXVII. On the bleakness of my lot]
28.
XXVIII. CONTRAST.
29.
XXIX. FRIENDS.
30.
XXX. FIRE.
31.
XXXI. A MAN.
32.
XXXII. VENTURES.
33.
XXXIII. GRIEFS.
34.
[XXXIV. I have a king who does not speak]
35.
XXXV. DISENCHANTMENT.
36.
XXXVI. LOST FAITH.
37.
XXXVII. LOST JOY.
38.
[XXXVIII. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat]
39.
[XXXIX. Life and Death, and Giants]
40.
XL. ALPINE GLOW.
41.
XLI. REMEMBRANCE.
42.
[XLII. To hang our head ostensibly]
43.
XLIII. THE BRAIN.
44.
[XLIV. The bone that has no marrow]
45.
XLV. THE PAST.
46.
[XLVI. To help our bleaker parts]
47.
[XLVII. What soft, cherubic creatures]
48.
XLVIII. DESIRE.
49.
XLIX. PHILOSOPHY.
50.
L. POWER.
51.
[LI. A modest lot, a fame petite]
52.
[LII. Is bliss, then, such abyss]
53.
LIII. EXPERIENCE.
54.
LIV. THANKSGIVING DAY.
55.
LV. CHILDISH GRIEFS.
2.
II. LOVE.
3.
III. NATURE.
4.
IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.
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V.
ENDING.
That
is solemn we have ended,—
Be it but a play,
Or a glee among the garrets,
Or a holiday,
Or a leaving home; or later,
Parting with a world
We have understood, for better
Still it be unfurled.
Poems by Emily Dickinson