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Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Of nearness to her sundered Things

Of nearness to her sundered Things

607

Of nearness to her sundered Things
The Soul has special times-
When Dimness-looks the Oddit…

253
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?

Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?

947

Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
"A Soul has gone to Heaven"
I'm answered in a lonesome tone…

285
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate

894

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
The Soul cannot be rid-
As easy the secreting her
Be…

274
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Of Bronze—and Blaze

Of Bronze—and Blaze

290

Of Bronze—and Blaze—
The North—Tonight—
So adequate—it forms—
So preconcerted with itself—

205
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Of all the Sounds despatched abroad

Of all the Sounds despatched abroad

321

Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a Charge to me
Like that old measure in …

380
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Not that We did, shall be the test

Not that We did, shall be the test

823

Not that We did, shall be the test
When Act and Will are done
But what Our Lord infers We …

288
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Not Revelation-'tis-that waits

Not "Revelation"-'tis-that waits

685

Not "Revelation"-'tis-that waits,
But our unfurnished eyes-

361
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Not in this world to see his face

Not in this world to see his face

Not in this world to see his face
Sounds long, until I read the place
Where this is said to be
But just…

208
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Nobody knows this little Rose

Nobody knows this little Rose

35

Nobody knows this little Rose-
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And …

296
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Noon—is the Hinge of Day

Noon—is the Hinge of Day

931

Noon—is the Hinge of Day—
Evening—the Tissue Door—
Morning—the East compelling the sill
Till…

248
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

No Rack can torture me

No Rack can torture me

384

No Rack can torture me-
My Soul-at Liberty-
Behind this mortal Bone
There knits a bolder One-

365
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

No Other can reduce

No Other can reduce

982

No Other can reduce
Our mortal Consequence
Like the remembering it be nought
A Period from hence …

315
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

No Crowd that has occurred

No Crowd that has occurred

515

No Crowd that has occurred
Exhibit-I suppose
That General Attendance
That Resurrection-doe…

267
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

No matter—now—Sweet

No matter—now—Sweet

704

No matter—now—Sweet—
But when I'm Earl—
Won't you wish you'd spoken
To that dull Girl?

232
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling

Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling

314

Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—
Sometimes—scalps a Tree—
Her Green People recollect it

231
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

New feet within my garden go

New feet within my garden go

99

New feet within my garden go-
New fingers stir the sod-
A Troubadour upon the Elm
Betrays t…

236
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Nature-sometimes sears a Sapling

Nature-sometimes sears a Sapling

314

Nature-sometimes sears a SaplingSometimes-
scalps a Tree-
Her Green People recollect it

333
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses yellow

Nature rarer uses yellow

Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of blue,

346
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

My Worthiness is all my Doubt

My Worthiness is all my Doubt

751

My Worthiness is all my Doubt-
His Merit-all my fear-
Contrasting which, my quality
Do lo…

319
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Nature and God—I neither knew

Nature and God—I neither knew

835

Nature and God—I neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
They startled, like Executors
Of…

170
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

My Reward for Being, was This

My Reward for Being, was This

343

My Reward for Being, was This.
My premium-My Bliss-
An Admiralty, less-
A Sceptre-pennile…

230
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

My Soul—accused me—And I quailed

My Soul—accused me—And I quailed

753

My Soul—accused me—And I quailed—
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me—and I…

188
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

My period had come for Prayer

My period had come for Prayer

564

My period had come for Prayer-
No other Art-would do-
My Tactics missed a rudimentCreator-

323
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

My life had stood

My life had stood

My life had stood--a Loaded Gun--
In Corners--till a Day
The Owner passed--identified--
And carried Me away--

328