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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.Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): Parting
by EmilyDickinsonA SyllableAspirationParting Parting My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to…Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): Aspiration
by EmilyDickinsonPartingThe InevitableAspiration Aspiration We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies.…Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): The Inevitable
by EmilyDickinsonAspirationA BookThe Inevitable The Inevitable While I was fearing it, it came, But came with less of fear, Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it dear.…Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): A Book
by EmilyDickinsonThe InevitableXVIIA Book A Book There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest…Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): A Portrait
by EmilyDickinsonXVIII Had a Guinea GoldenA Portrait A Portrait A face devoid of love or grace, A hateful, hard, successful face, A face with which a stone Would feel as thoroughly at…