Author:Emily Dickinson/1700-1775

1700-1775

To tell the Beauty would decrease -1700-
To their apartment deep -1701-
Today or this noon -1702-
'Twas comfort in her Dying Room -1703-
Unto a broken heart -1704-
Volcanoes be in Sicily -1705-
When we have ceased to care -1706-
Winter under cultivation -1707-
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree -1708-
With sweetness unabated -1709-
A curious Cloud surprised the Sky, -1710-
A face devoid of love or grace, -1711-
A Pit — but Heaven over it — -1712-
As subtle as tomorrow -1713-
By a departing light -1714-
Consulting summer's clock, -1715-
Death is like the insect -1716-
Did life's penurious length -1717-
Drowning is not so pitiful -1718-
God is indeed a jealous God — -1719-
Had I known that the first was the last -1720-
He was my host — he was my guest, -1721-
Her face was in a bed of hair, -1722-
High from the earth I heard a bird, -1723-
How dare the robins sing, -1724-
I took one Draught of Life — -1725-
If all the griefs I am to have -1726-
If ever the lid gets off my head -1727-
Is Immortality a bane -1728-
I've got an arrow here. -1729-
"Lethe" in my flower, -1730-
Love can do all but raise the Dead -1731-
My life closed twice before its close — -1732-
No man saw awe, nor to his house -1733-
Oh, honey of an hour, -1734-
One crown that no one seeks -1735-
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, -1736-
Rearrange a "Wife's" affection! -1737-
Softened by Time's consummate plush, -1738-
Some say goodnight — at night — -1739-
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, -1740-
That it will never come again -1741-
The distance that the dead have gone -1742-
The grave my little cottage is, -1743-
The joy that has no stem no core, -1744-
The mob within the heart -1745-
The most important population -1746-
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, -1747-
The reticent volcano keeps -1748-
The waters chased him as he fled, -1749-
The words the happy say -1750-
There comes an hour when begging stops, -1751-
This docile one inter -1752-
Through those old Grounds of memory, -1753-
To lose thee — sweeter than to gain -1754-
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, -1755-
'Twas here my summer paused -1756-
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, -1757-
Where every bird is bold to go -1758-
Which misses most, -1759-
Elysium is as far as to -1760-
A train went through a burial gate, -1761-
Were natural mortal lady -1762-
Fame is a bee. -1763-
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, -1764-
That Love is all there is, -1765-
Those final Creatures, — who they are — -1766-
Sweet hours have perished here; -1767-
Lad of Athens, faithful be -1768-
The longest day that God appoints -1769-
Experiment escorts us last — -1770-
How fleet — how indiscreet an one — -1771-
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, -1772-
The Summer that we did not prize, -1773-
Too happy Time dissolves itself -1774-
The earth has many keys, -1775-

Poetry by Emily Dickinson (edit list):
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