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 some 19th century
- A narrow fellow in the grass 19th century
- A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is 19th century
- A route of evanescence 19th century
- A wounded deer leaps highest, 19th century
- After great pain a formal feeling comes 19th century
- Apparently with no surprise 19th century
- As imperceptibly as grief 19th century
- Because I could not stop for Death 19th century
- Glee! The great storm is over! 19th century
- Heart, we will forget him! 19th century
- Hope is the thing with feathers 19th century
- I asked no other thing, 19th century
- I cannot live with you, 19th century
- I died for beauty, but was scarce 19th 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 road 19th century
- I know that he exists 19th century
- I measure every grief I meet 19th 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 sense 19th 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 sweetest 19th century
- The brain is wider than the sky, 19th century
- The brain within its groove 19th 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 World 19th 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