Category Emily Dickinson

An antiquated Grace Becomes that cherished Face As well as prime Enjoining us to part We and our plotting Heart Good friends with time

Alone and in a Circumstance Reluctant to be told A spider on my reticence Assiduously crawled And so much more at Home than I Immediately grew I felt myself a visitor And hurriedly withdrew – Revisiting my late abode With…

All things swept sole away This – is immensity –

All that I do Is in review To his enamored mind I know his eye Where e’er I ply Is pushing close behind Not any Port Nor any flight But he doth there preside What omnipresence ——–lies in wait For…

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn – Paid after they have ceased to work In Infamy or Urn –

Air has no Residence, —no Neighbor, No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Etherial Guest —at e’en an Outcast’s Pillow – Essential Host,in Life’s faint, —wailing Inn, Later than Light thy Consciousness accost Me Till it…

After the Sun comes out How it alters the World – Waggons like messengers hurry about Yesterday is old – All men meet as if Each foreclosed a news – Fresh as a Cargo from Balize Nature’s qualities –

After all Birds have been investigated And laid aside Nature imparts the little Blue Bird – Assured Her conscientious voice Will soar unmoved Above ostensible vicissitude – First at the March Competing with the Wind – Her zealous Note Delights…

Advance is Life’s condition The Grave but a Relay Supposed to be a terminus That makes it hated so – The Tunnel is not lighted Existence with a wall Is better we consider Than not exist at all –

Above Oblivion’s Tide there is a Pier And an effaceless “Few” are lifted there – Nay – lift themselves – Fame has no Arms – And but one Smile – that meagres Balms –