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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XVIII ("Pompless no life")
by EmilyDickinsonTriumphXIXXVIII Pompless no life can pass away; The lowliest career To the same pageant wends its way As that exalted here. How cordial is the mystery! The…Poems by Emily Dickinson: II ("Going to heaven!")
by EmilyDickinsonIIIIII Going to heaven! I don't know when, Pray do not ask me how, — Indeed, I 'm too astonished To think of answering you! Going to heaven! — How dim it sounds! And yet it…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXV ("Essential oils")
by EmilyDickinsonGoingXXVIXXV Essential oils are wrung: The attar from the rose Is not expressed by suns alone, It is the gift of screws. The general rose decays; But this, in lady's…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXXV ("It was not death")
by EmilyDickinsonXXXIVTill the EndXXXV It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XLII ("Lay this laurel")
by EmilyDickinsonThe Forgotten GraveXLII Lay this laurel on the one Too intrinsic for renown. Laurel! veil your deathless tree, — Him you chasten, that is he!Poems by Emily Dickinson: V ("Morns like these")
by EmilyDickinsonEpitaphVIV Morns like these we parted; Noons like these she rose, Fluttering first, then firmer, To her fair repose. Never did she lisp it, And 't was not for me; She…Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): Preface
by EmilyDickinsonLifePreface The intellectual activity of Emily Dickinson was so great that a large and characteristic choice is still possible among her literary material, and this third…Poems by Emily Dickinson: X ("How still the bells")
by EmilyDickinson IX XI X How still the bells in steeples stand, Till, swollen with the sky, They leap upon their silver feet In frantic melody!Poems by Emily Dickinson: XI ("If the foolish")
by EmilyDickinson X A Syllable XI If the foolish call them 'flowers,' Need the wiser tell? If the savans 'classify' them, It is just as well! Those who read the Revelations Must not criticise…Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): A Syllable
by EmilyDickinsonXIPartingA Syllable A Syllable Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped freight Of a delivered syllable, 'T would crumble with the weight.Trending
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