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The Complete Poems of Emily Dickenson by Emily Dickinson

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50

A Dwell in posibility
Im nobody! Who are you?
One not be a chamber to be haunted
A clock stopped
It was not Death for i stood up
What mistery pervades a well
To hear an orele sing
Split the Lark and you Will find the music
To make a prairie it will take a clover
Nature is what we see
At hale past three, a single bird
A dew suffices itself
To see the summer Sky
The gentian weaves her fringes
A Answer July, where is the bee?
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
Our journey had advanced
Purple - isfashionable twice
Bloom - is result to meet a flower
The lilac is an ancient schub
The mushroom is the elf of plants
Dear March - come in
The Robin's my criterion for tune
How many times these low feet staggered
I started early - took my dog
There's a certain stant of light
A visitor in marle
Life and Death and Giants
The quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies
I reckon- when i count at all
this was a poet...
teach him - when he makes the names
Fame is a bee
whether they have forgotten
When I hoped, I recollect
If I shouldn't be alive / When the robins come
The poets light but Lamps
There is no frigate like a book
Mine - by the right of the white election!
The soul selects her own Society
Pain - has an Element of Blank
Surgeons must be very careful
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
A death blow is a Life blow to Some
'Tis not that dying hurts us so
We learned the Whole 0f Love
Wild Nights - Wild Nights!
Let me not thirst...
Because I could not stop for Death
A Route of Evanecence
The only news I know
This is my letter to the world
As if the Sea should part
I died for Beauty...