Emily Dickinson
54 poems in the collection.
1830–1886
American lyric poet whose compressed, innovative style and posthumous influence made her one of the central figures of American poetry. Source: Wikipedia
Poems
54 total- 'T is so much joy! 'T is so much joy!19th century
- A bird came down the walk:19th century
- A death-blow is a life-blow to some19th century
- A narrow fellow in the grass19th century
- A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is19th century
- A route of evanescence19th century
- A wounded deer leaps highest,19th century
- After great pain a formal feeling comes19th century
- Apparently with no surprise19th century
- As imperceptibly as grief19th century
- Because I could not stop for Death19th century
- Glee! The great storm is over!19th century
- Heart, we will forget him!19th century
- Hope is the thing with feathers19th century
- I asked no other thing,19th century
- I cannot live with you,19th century
- I died for beauty, but was scarce19th century
- I dreaded that first robin so,19th century
- I felt a funeral in my brain,19th century
- I gave myself to him,19th century
- I had been hungry all the years;19th century
- I heard a fly buzz when I died;19th century
- I know some lonely houses off the road19th century
- I know that he exists19th century
- I measure every grief I meet19th century
- I never saw a moor,19th century
- I reason, earth is short,19th century
- I taste a liquor never brewed,19th century
- I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;19th century
- I'm nobody! Who are you?19th century
- I'm wife; I've finished that,19th century
- If I can stop one heart from breaking,19th century
- Much madness is divinest sense19th century
- My life closed twice before its close;19th century
- My river runs to thee:19th century
- Of all the sounds despatched abroad,19th century
- Our share of night to bear,19th century
- Pain has an element of blank;19th century
- Safe in their alabaster chambers,19th century
- Some things that fly there be, --19th century
- Soul, wilt thou toss again?19th century
- Success is counted sweetest19th century
- The brain is wider than the sky,19th century
- The brain within its groove19th century
- The grass so little has to do, --19th century
- The heart asks pleasure first,19th century
- The morns are meeker than they were,19th century
- The soul selects her own society,19th century
- There's a certain slant of light,19th century
- This is my letter to the World19th century
- To fight aloud is very brave,19th century
- To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, --19th century
- Wild nights! Wild nights!19th century
- Within my reach!19th century