Poems by Emily DickinsonLittle, Brown, 1890 - 152 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
afraid afternoon amethyst Amherst angels anguish bashful birds bliss bobolink breast breath breezes butterflies Calvary chrysoprase clover cricket crown daffodil death diadem divine Doth dropped dying eye EMILY DICKINSON eternity face feet fingers flower forehead gallant gaze glee grass so little greedy hand heaven HEMLOCK hills hour housewife immortal keep the Sabbath land Lest little brook LONELY HOUSE look lost lutely meek morning nectar never night noon nought pain Paradise passed pearl poems PSALM purple rank robin rose round sacrament sails scarce scooped sleep slow smiling soft softly soldered soul spirit star steeples sting stir stop summer days sunrise sunshine surrendered sweet Tankard tell thee thine thing thou thought to-day tune TWAS Unmoved unsuspecting verses victory wear Wherefore wind woman wonder XVII XVIII XXII XXIII XXIV XXVI
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Página 138 - Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove - He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility We passed the School, where Children...
Página 119 - I died for Beauty — but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room — He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
Página 13 - Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of Victory As he defeated -dying— On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear!
Página 126 - I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather* looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given.
Página 34 - Landlords' turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door When Butterflies - renounce their 'drams' I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats And Saints - to windows run To see the little...
Página 130 - ... that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying -this to Us Made Nature different We noticed smallest things Things overlooked before By this great light upon our Minds Italicized - as 'twere.
Página 55 - A newer Sevres pleases Old Ones crack I could not die - with You For One must wait To shut the Other's Gaze down You - could not And I - Could I stand by And see You - freeze Without my Right of Frost Death's privilege? Nor could I rise - with You Because Your Face Would put out Jesus...
Página 113 - Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection — Rafter of satin, And Roof of stone.
Página 18 - If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
Página 35 - He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!