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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XVI ("There is a shame")
by EmilyDickinsonXVTriumphXVI There is a shame of nobleness Confronting sudden pelf, — A finer shame of ecstasy Convicted of itself. A best disgrace a brave man feels, Acknowledged of…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: I Had a Guinea Golden
A Portrait Saturday Afternoon I Had a Guinea Golden I had a guinea golden; I lost it in the sand, And though the sum was simple, And pounds were in the land, Still had it such a…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!Trending
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