Top quotes by Emily Dickinson

Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned. Votes: 21

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. Votes: 19

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven. Votes: 17

To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. Votes: 17

Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only! Votes: 14

I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don't doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision. Votes: 14

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain. Votes: 14

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs. Votes: 14

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath. Votes: 13

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. Votes: 13

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. Votes: 12

To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. Votes: 12

God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally. Votes: 12

Dying is a wild night and a new road. Votes: 11

Saying nothing... sometimes says the most. Votes: 11

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality. Votes: 10

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. Votes: 10

They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity. Votes: 9

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon. Votes: 8

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell. Votes: 7

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves. Votes: 7

There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. Votes: 6

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name. Votes: 6

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell. Votes: 5

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet. Votes: 5

In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hopes in a pile of broken crockery. Votes: 4

Narcotics cannot still the ToothThat nibbles at the soul -- Votes: 3

COMPENSATION. For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears. Votes: 1

It dropped so low in my regardI heard it hit the ground,And go to pieces on the stonesAt bottom of my mind;Yet blamed the fate that fractured, lessThan I reviled myselfFor entertaining plated waresUpon my silver shelf. Votes: 1

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. Votes: 0

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy." Votes: 0

COMPENSATION. For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears." Votes: 0

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience." Votes: 0

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't isTo meet an antique bookIn just the dress his century wore;A privilege, I think,His venerable hand to take,And warming in our own,A passage back, or two, to makeTo times when he was young.His quaint opinions to inspect,His knowledge to unfoldOn what concerns our mutual mind,The literature of old..." Votes: 0

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore." Votes: 0

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -In Corners - till a DayThe Owner passed - identified -And carried Me away -" Votes: 0

The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all. Votes: 0

Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze. Votes: 0

Eternity' is there, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile, he is so near, He joins me in my Ramble? Divides abode with me? No Friend have I that so persists As this Eternity. Votes: 0

Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away. Votes: 0

The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste. Votes: 0

As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And almost count it an Affront The presence to concede Of one however lovely, not The one that we have loved - So we evade the charge of Years On one attempting shy The Circumvention of the Shaft Of Life's Declivity. Votes: 0

The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, - Or the most agonizing Spy - An Enemy - could send - Votes: 0

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun! Votes: 0

The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam. Votes: 0

It is better to be the hammer than the anvil. Votes: 0

Publication - is the auction of the mind... Votes: 0

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them! Votes: 0

Beauty is not caused. It is. Votes: 0

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes. Votes: 0

Fortune befriends the bold. Votes: 0

The brain is wider than the sky. Votes: 0

The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside. Votes: 0

You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger! Votes: 0

I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves. Votes: 0

I had a terror-since September -I could tell to none-and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground-because I am afraid. Votes: 0

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity Votes: 0

I dwell in Possibility A fairer House than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior--for Doors Of Chambers as the Cedars Impregnable of Eye And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky Of Visitors--the fairest For Occupation--This The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise Votes: 0

How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul. Votes: 0

Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent. Votes: 0

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome. Votes: 0

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit. Votes: 0

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, - Votes: 0

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few. Votes: 0

His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon! Votes: 0

The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy. Votes: 0

Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality. Votes: 0

When we think of his lone effort to live and its bleak reward, the mind turns to the myth "for His mercy endureth forever," with confiding revulsion. Votes: 0

How very sad it is to have a confiding nature, one's hopes and feelings are quite at the mercy of all who come along; and how very desirable to be a stolid individual, whose hopes and aspirations are safe in one's waistcoat pocket, and that a pocket indeed, and one not to be picked! Votes: 0

A Bayonet's contrition is nothing to the dead. Votes: 0

I hope you're very careful working, eating and drinking when the heat is so great--there are temptations there which at home you are free from--beware the juicy fruits, and the cooling ades, and cordials, and do not eat ice-cream, it is so very dangerous. Votes: 0

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture. Votes: 0

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's corn; Men eat of it and die. Votes: 0

Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit-Life! Votes: 0

My friends are my estate. Votes: 0

Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door. Votes: 0

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind. Votes: 0

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind-- Votes: 0

The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind. Votes: 0

A wounded deer leaps the highest. Votes: 0

If your Nerve, deny you - Go above your Nerve Votes: 0

Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb? Votes: 0

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. Votes: 0

Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity. Votes: 0

Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong? Votes: 0

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience. Votes: 0

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. Votes: 0

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom. Votes: 0

Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth Votes: 0

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. Votes: 0

Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing. Votes: 0

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul. Votes: 0

Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence - is denied them. They fling their Speech By means of it - in God's Ear - If then He hear - This sums the Apparatus Comprised in Prayer Votes: 0

An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; A flippant fly upon the pane; A spider at his trade again; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere ... Votes: 0

Forever is composed of nows. Votes: 0

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. Votes: 0

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. Votes: 0

Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted. Votes: 0

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 a chart were given. Votes: 0

Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved - the site of it by architect could not again be proved. Votes: 0

A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim. Votes: 0

What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say? Votes: 0

They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse. Votes: 0

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me. Votes: 0

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one. Votes: 0

For love is immortality. Votes: 0

The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-. Votes: 0

The minister today preached about death and judgment, and what would become of those who behaved improperly - and somehow it scared me. He preached such an awful sermon I didn't think I should ever see you again until the Judgment Day. The subject of perdition seemed to please him somehow. Votes: 0

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself. Votes: 0

I must go in, the fog is rising. Votes: 0

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him. Votes: 0

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend. Votes: 0

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination. Votes: 0

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality. Votes: 0

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.... Votes: 0

This is my letter to the world, that never wrote to me, the simple news that nature told, with tender majesty. Her message is committed, to hands I cannot see; for love of her, sweet countrymen, judge tenderly of me. Votes: 0

I never saw a meme; I never saw the sea. Votes: 0

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency. Votes: 0

I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever. Votes: 0

To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I They may take the trifle Termed mortality! Votes: 0

The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall. Votes: 0

November always seemed to me the Norway of the year. Votes: 0

People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles. Votes: 0

The Supernatural is only the Natural disclosed. Votes: 0

No Life can pompless pass away - The lowliest career To the same Pageant wends its way As that exalted here - Votes: 0

Other Courtesies have been - Other Courtesy may be - We commend ourselves to thee Paragon of Chivalry. Votes: 0

Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now. Votes: 0

Nods from the Gilded pointers - Nods from the Seconds slim - Decades of Arrogance between The Dial life - And Him - Votes: 0

A little madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown, Who ponders this tremendous scene-- This whole experiment in green, As if it were his own! Votes: 0

I dwell in possibility. Votes: 0

The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels - know. Votes: 0

I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size. Votes: 0

March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now. We try to sham becoming firmness, But pompous joy Betrays us, as his first betrothal Betrays a boy. Votes: 0

To ignore or use silence is a cruel tool. Hence this quote: Silence is all we dread; there's ransom in a voice; but silence is infinity. Votes: 0

Fame is a fickle food - Upon a shifting plate Votes: 0

Narcotics cannot still the tooth That Nibbles at the soul Votes: 0

So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go Where none of us should be, Immediately, that anguish stooped Almost to jealousy. Votes: 0

I'm nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!They'd banish us, you know.How dreary to be somebody!How public, like a frogTo tell your name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog! Votes: 0

Fame is a bee.It has a song -It has a sting -Ah, too, it has a wing. Votes: 0

Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies... Votes: 0

One need not be a chamber to be haunted. Votes: 0

I sing to use the waiting, My bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away. Votes: 0

Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawnIndicative that suns go down;The notice to the startled grassThat darkness is about to pass. Votes: 0

In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down,Whose bonnets touch the firmament,Whose sandals touch the town Votes: 0

The Poets light but Lamps-Themselves-go out- Votes: 0

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble. Votes: 0

Where thou art, that is home. Votes: 0

Mine Enemy is growing old --I have at last Revenge --The Palate of the Hate departs --If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits --It is a faded Meat --Anger as soon as fed is dead --'Tis starving makes it fat Votes: 0

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't isTo meet an antique bookIn just the dress his century wore;A privilege, I think,His venerable hand to take,And warming in our own,A passage back, or two, to makeTo times when he was young.His quaint opinions to inspect,His knowledge to unfoldOn what concerns our mutual mind,The literature of old... Votes: 0

Consciousness is the only home of which we know. Votes: 0

Tell the truth, but tell it slant. Votes: 0

Till I loved I never lived. Votes: 0

Harm is one of those things that I always mean to keep clear of, but somehow my intentions and me don't chime as they ought, and people will get hit with stones that I throw at my neighbor's dogs... Votes: 0

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore. Votes: 0

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care Votes: 0

THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire,He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her.Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door,To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more. Votes: 0

That I shall love always, I argue theethat love is life,and life hath immortality Votes: 0

There is another sky,Ever serene and fair,And there is another sunshine,Though it be darkness there;Never mind faded forests, Austin,Never mind silent fields -Here is a little forest,Whose leaf is ever green;Here is a brighter garden,Where not a frost has been;In its unfading flowersI hear the bright bee hum:Prithee, my brother,Into my garden come! Votes: 0

Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies Votes: 0

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety. Votes: 0

The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on. Votes: 0

Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not. Votes: 0

I felt it shelter to speak to you. Votes: 0

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness. Votes: 0

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things. Votes: 0

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan. Votes: 0

I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Votes: 0

There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt - Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait - Whose Summer set in Summer, till The Centuries of June And Centuries of August cease And Consciousness - is Noon. Votes: 0

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King. Votes: 0

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you? Votes: 0

Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles. Votes: 0

Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. Votes: 0

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Votes: 0

Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed. Votes: 0

How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there! Votes: 0

There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else. Votes: 0

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it. Votes: 0

Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on. Votes: 0

I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world. Votes: 0

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love. Votes: 0

Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir. Votes: 0

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear! Votes: 0

There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Votes: 0

You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. Votes: 0

If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better. Votes: 0

I have a brother and sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind. Votes: 0

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! Votes: 0

Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm. Votes: 0

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought. Votes: 0

I'm nobody, who are you? Votes: 0

A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day. Votes: 0

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies. Votes: 0

If I can stop one heart from breaking…” Emily Dickinson 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. Votes: 0

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine. Votes: 0

We turn not older with years but newer every day. Votes: 0

I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me. Votes: 0

My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. Votes: 0

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee... Votes: 0

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane Votes: 0

Forever — is composed of Nows— 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months— And Years — exhale in Years... Votes: 0

The Soul selects her own Society. Votes: 0

Friends are nations in themselves. Votes: 0

Somewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some way back, I could not fix the year. Nor where it went, nor why it came the second time to me, nor definetly what it was, have I the art to say. But somewhere in my soul, I know I've met the thing before; it just reminded me-' twas all'-and came my way no more. Votes: 0

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it. Votes: 0

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times. Votes: 0

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul--BOOKS. Votes: 0

I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true - men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe Votes: 0

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die Votes: 0

Pain has an element of blank Votes: 0

I have an appetite for silence. Votes: 0

The last of Summer is Delight - Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it - nameless as it is - Without celestial Mail - Audacious as without a Knock To walk within the Veil. Votes: 0

Hope is a thing with feathers Votes: 0

The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder. Votes: 0

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry. Votes: 0

I'll tell you how the Sun rose. Votes: 0

So few that live have life ... Votes: 0

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on. Votes: 0

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies. Votes: 0

Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men-. Votes: 0

You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter - I didn't mean to make you wicked - but I was - and am - and shall be - and I was with you so much that I couldn't help contaminate. Votes: 0

The Soul should always stand ajar. Votes: 0

The past is not a package one can lay away. Votes: 0

My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so? Votes: 0

To be alive──is Power. Votes: 0

Bring me the sunset in a cup. Votes: 0

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way? Votes: 0

[A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled. Votes: 0

There is no frigate like a book Votes: 0

This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me Votes: 0

I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see thee better for the years That hunch themselves between, The miner's lamp sufficient be To nullify the mine. And in the grave I see thee best— Its little panels be A-glow, all ruddy with the light I held so high for thee! What need of day to those whose dark Hath so surpassing sun, It seem it be continually At the meridian? Votes: 0

We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-. Votes: 0

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted— One need not be a House— The Brain — has Corridors — surpassing Material Place— Far safer, of a Midnight — meeting External Ghost— Than an Interior — Confronting— That cooler — Host. Far safer, through an Abbey — gallop— The Stones a'chase— Than Moonless — One's A'self encounter— In lonesome place— Ourself — behind ourself — Concealed— Should startle — most.... Votes: 0

To shut your eyes is to travel. Votes: 0

It is essential to the sanity of mankind that each one should think the other crazy - a condition with which the cynicism of human nature so cordially complies, one could wish it were a concurrence upon a subject more noble. Votes: 0

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me. Votes: 0

in this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power. Votes: 0

Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility. Votes: 0

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself. Votes: 0

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense. Votes: 0

The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can. Votes: 0

How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the world! Votes: 0

His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part. Votes: 0

Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"? Votes: 0

Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground Votes: 0

To die before one fears to die may be a boon. Votes: 0

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring. Votes: 0

I tasted life. Votes: 0

How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning? Votes: 0

Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain -- Votes: 0

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them. Votes: 0

So instead of getting to Heaven, at last - I'm going, all along. Votes: 0

The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise-. Votes: 0

I dwell in possibilities . Votes: 0

I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work. Votes: 0

There is no Silence in the Earth - so silent As that endured Which uttered, would discourage Nature And haunt the World. Votes: 0

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence. Votes: 0

The Truth never flaunted a sign. Votes: 0

The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size -- The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And perish from before itself For just a scrutiny -- The Horror not to be surveyed -- But skirted in the Dark -- With Consciousness suspended -- And Being under Lock -- I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- The Maker of the soul Its Caverns and its Corridors Illuminate -- or seal Votes: 0

Home is the definition of God. Votes: 0

I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog! Votes: 0

A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within. Votes: 0

Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine. Votes: 0

Open your life wide, and take me in forever. I will never be tired-I will never be noisy when you want to be still...nobody else will see me, but you-but that is enough-I shall not want any more. Votes: 0

It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer of the eyes - And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With swiftness, as of Chariots and distance, as of Wheels. This World did drop away As acres from the feet of one that leaneth from Balloon Upon an Ether Street. The Gulf behind was not, The Continents were new - Eternity was due. No Seasons were to us - It was not Night nor Morn - But Sunrise stopped upon the place And Fastened in Dawn. Votes: 0

A Deed knocks first at Thought And then - it knocks at Will - That is the manufacturing spot. Votes: 0

You don't have to be a house to be haunted. Votes: 0

Until you have loved, you cannot become yourself. Votes: 0

One step at a time is all it takes to get you there. Votes: 0

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow. Votes: 0

They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father." Votes: 0

At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere. Votes: 0

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself. Votes: 0

The hearts that never lean must fall. Votes: 0

Wonder is not precisely knowing. Votes: 0

Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest. Votes: 0

The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief. Votes: 0

Beauty is just a light switch away...'click!' Beauty is not caused. It is. Votes: 0

A Murmur in the Trees - to note - Not loud enough - for Wind - A Star - not far enough to seek - Nor near enough - to find Votes: 0

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. Votes: 0

Vinnie rocks her Garden and moans that God won't help her. I suppose he is too busy getting angry with the Wicked every day. Votes: 0

There is a solitude of space. A solitude of sea. A solitude of death, but these societies shall be compared with that profounder site-that polar privacy. A soul admitted to itself--Finite infinity. Votes: 0

This World is not Conclusion. A Sequel stands beyond- Invisible, as Music- But positive, as Sound. Votes: 0

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose. Votes: 0

Hope . . . never stops at all. Votes: 0

Forever is made up of nows. Votes: 0

IMMORTAL is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'Tis a necessity. Votes: 0

How lucious lies the pea within the pod. Votes: 0

Sunrise: day's great progenitor. Votes: 0

I took one Draught of Life - I'll tell you what I paid - Precisely an existence - The market price, they said. Votes: 0

If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb. Votes: 0

Not to discover weakness is The Artifice of strength. Votes: 0

Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown. Votes: 0

My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June - and in it are my friends - every one of them. Votes: 0

Banish Air from Air Divide Light if you dare Votes: 0

She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife. Votes: 0

Dreams are the subtle Dower That make us rich an Hour Then fling us poor Out of the purple door. Votes: 0

The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die. Votes: 0

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he... Votes: 0

I dwell in possiblities. Votes: 0

Action is redemption. Votes: 0

Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear. Votes: 0

Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies. Votes: 0

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God. Votes: 0

Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity. Votes: 0

The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious. Votes: 0

Noon - is the Hinge of Day - ... Votes: 0

I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing - The spring decoys. And as the summer nears - And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown - Learneth beyond the sea Melody new for me And will return. Votes: 0

A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun. Votes: 0

To lose ones faith-surpass The loss of an Estate- Because Estates can be Replenished- faith cannot-. Votes: 0

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful-. Votes: 0

His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush. Votes: 0

Renunciation-is a piercing Virtue-The letting go A Presence-for an Expectation-. Votes: 0

The Things that never can come back, are several- Childhood-some forms of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may sometimes make a Journey- And still abide-. Votes: 0

The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a Disgrace-. Votes: 0

Love is done when Loves begun, Sages say, But have Sages known? Votes: 0

Behold this little Bane- The Boon of all alive- As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love. Votes: 0

By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted- Which Blossom in the dark. Votes: 0

Prosperity Whose sources are interior. As soon Adversity A diamond overtake. Votes: 0

Beauty crowds me till I die. Votes: 0

Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition So clear of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break agonized and clear. Votes: 0

The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies! Votes: 0

Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall. Votes: 0

... And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll. Votes: 0

LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west! Votes: 0

I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow. So if you may imagine me with my sleeves rolled up, mixing flour, milk, saleratus, etc., with a deal of grace. I advise you if you dont know how to make the staff of life to learn with dispatch. Votes: 0

Suspense-is Hostiler than Death-Death- tho soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increase- Suspense-does not conclude-. Votes: 0

Superiority to Fate Is difficult to gain 'Tis not conferred of Any But possible to earn. Votes: 0

Nothing is the force that renovates the World. Votes: 0

Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is. Votes: 0

A Letter is a Joy of Earth - It is denied the Gods Votes: 0

My Faith is larger than the Hills— So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the Sun the way— 'Tis first He steps upon the Vane— And then — upon the Hill— And then abroad the World He go To do His Golden Will— And if His Yellow feet should miss— The Bird would not arise— The Flowers would slumber on their Stems— No Bells have Paradise— How dare I, therefore, stint a faith On which so vast depends— Lest Firmament should fail for me— The Rivet in the Bands Votes: 0

It is easy to work when the soul is at play. Votes: 0

Forever is comprised of nows. Votes: 0

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. Votes: 0

Such is the force of Happiness-- The Least can lift a ton Assisted by its stimulus. Votes: 0

When I state myself, as the representative of the verse, it does not mean me, but a supposed person. Votes: 0

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Votes: 0

To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Wo— Who win, and nations do not see— Who fall — and none observe — Whose dying eyes, no Country Regards with patriot love— We trust, in plumed procession For such, the Angels go— Rank after Rank, with even feet— And Uniforms of Snow. Votes: 0

You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know. Votes: 0

Love is everything. And that's all we know about it. Votes: 0

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. Votes: 0

Forever is composed of Nows— 'Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home Votes: 0

Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal. Votes: 0

I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger Consciousness Deliberately face-. Votes: 0

Beauty crowds me till I die. Beauty, mercy have on me! Yet if I expire to-day Let it be in sight of thee! Votes: 0

No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings. Votes: 0

He deposes Doom Who hath suffered him. Votes: 0

There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death. Votes: 0

Love is like life-merely longer. Votes: 0

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me. Votes: 0

Looking at Death, is Dying - ... Votes: 0

We trust in plumed procession For such the angels go Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow. Votes: 0

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God. Votes: 0

Opinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun. Votes: 0

Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain! Votes: 0

Each that we lose takes a part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides. Votes: 0

Endow the Living - with the Tears - You squander on the Dead. Votes: 0

All things do go a-courting, In earth, or sea, or air, God hath made nothing single But thee in His world so fair. Votes: 0

What Soft--Cherubic Creatures-- These Gentlewomen are-- One would as soon assault a Plush-- Or violate a Star Votes: 0

A dim capacity for wings demeans the dress I wear. Votes: 0

To be alive is power; existence in itself; without a further function; omnipotence. Votes: 0

The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified. Votes: 0

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here. Votes: 0

a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is. Votes: 0

God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise. Votes: 0

The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot. Votes: 0

This so much joy! This so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory! Votes: 0

I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way Votes: 0

A Clock stopped-- Not the Mantel's-- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing-- That just now dangled still Votes: 0

Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out Votes: 0

To possess is past the instant; we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly. Votes: 0

Two Seasons, it is said, exist- The Summer of the Just, And this of Ours, diversified With Prospect, and with Frost- May not our Second with its First So infinite compare That We but recollect the one The other to prefer? Votes: 0

The Life we have is very great. The Life that we shall see Surpasses it, we know, because It is Infinity, But when all Space has been beheld And all Dominion shown The smallest Human Heart's extent Reduces it to none. Votes: 0

I cling to nowhere until I fall - the crash of Nothing... Votes: 0

God is indeed a jealous God. He cannot bear to see, that we had rather not with him, but with each other play. Votes: 0

Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem. Votes: 0

Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul Votes: 0

I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred. Votes: 0

To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe. Votes: 0

Nature is what we know - Yet have not art to say - So impotent our wisdom is To her simplicity. Votes: 0

God, keep me from what they call 'households,' Votes: 0

If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me. Votes: 0

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book. Votes: 0

Unto a broken heart No other one may go Without the high prerogative Itself hath suffered too. Votes: 0

Spring is the Period Express from God. Votes: 0

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he? Votes: 0

The dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the grass, And winter instantly becomes An infinite alas. Votes: 0

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain. Votes: 0

Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life if seemed to me Until a little bird As to a hospitality Advanced and breakfasted. Votes: 0

Answer July- Where is the Bee- Where is the Blush- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July- Where is the Seed- Where is the Bud- Where is the May- Answer Thee-Me- Votes: 0

Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true Votes: 0

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. Votes: 0

I tasted - careless - then - I did not know the Wine Came once a World - Did you? Oh, had you told me so - This Thirst would blister - easier - now Votes: 0

If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now Votes: 0

I died for Beauty--but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room Votes: 0

Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God. Votes: 0

Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide! Votes: 0

My life closed twice before its close Votes: 0

In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen! Votes: 0

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life. Votes: 0

The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God. Votes: 0

Love can do all but raise the Dead. Votes: 0

Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your [broken] Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan. Votes: 0

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night Votes: 0

When he tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is acquainted with grief, we listen, for that also is an acquaintance of our own. Votes: 0

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb Votes: 0

What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest - whose is the hand to help us, and to lead, and forever guide us? ... Where do you think I've strayed and from what new errand returned. I have come from to and fro, and walking up and down the same place that Satan hailed from when God asked where he'd been. Votes: 0

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be? Votes: 0

I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means. Votes: 0

I cannot help esteem The 'Bird within the Hand' Superior to the one The 'Bush' may yield me Or may not Too late to choose again Votes: 0

I do not feel I could give up all for Christ, were I called to die. Votes: 0

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you. Votes: 0

A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone Votes: 0

Mirth is the Mail of Anguish -- Votes: 0

The revery alone will do If bees are few. Votes: 0

And you dropt, lost, When something broke-- And let you from a Dream Votes: 0

... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more. Votes: 0

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea. Votes: 0

It sounded as if the streets were running, And then the streets stood still. Votes: 0

Which Anguish was the utterest--then-- To perish, or to live? Votes: 0

And then--a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face-- Until it blocked my eyes Votes: 0

A Dominie in Gray-- Put gently up the evening Bars-- And led the flock away Votes: 0

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know. Votes: 0

The Service without Hope Is tenderest, I think-- ... There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until Votes: 0

After a hundred years Nobody knows the place, Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Votes: 0

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none. Votes: 0

Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom. Votes: 0

Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs. Votes: 0

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener. Votes: 0

Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat. Votes: 0

The Brain is just the weight of God-- For--Heft them--Pound for Pound-- And they will differ--if they do-- As Syllable from Sound Votes: 0

A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides Votes: 0

The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best. Votes: 0

To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim. Votes: 0

I know some lonely houses off the road A robber'd like the look of,-- Wooden barred, And windows hanging low Votes: 0

Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime. Votes: 0

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God. Votes: 0

Victory comes late-- And is held low to freezing lips-- Too rapt with frost To take it Votes: 0

Truth - is as old as God - ... Votes: 0

Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - . Votes: 0

The Heart asks Pleasure--first-- And then--Excuse from Pain Votes: 0

Remorse is cureless--the Disease Not even God--can heal-- For 'tis His institution--and The Adequate of Hell Votes: 0

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door ... Votes: 0

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience. Votes: 0

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee— Votes: 0

He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul. Votes: 0

Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde Assassin passes on -- The Sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another Day For an Approving God. Votes: 0

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word Votes: 0

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat. Votes: 0

She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die. Votes: 0

The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest. Votes: 0

But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse. Votes: 0

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green. Votes: 0

I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the rows of stars around it's forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; yet to my frugal eye of more esteem than ducats. Oh! Find it, sir, for me! Votes: 0

We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally— Votes: 0

She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side. Votes: 0

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious Votes: 0

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee! Votes: 0

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own. Votes: 0

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Votes: 0

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I 'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me! Votes: 0

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away - Votes: 0

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured. Votes: 0

It is finished, is never said of us Votes: 0

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look. Votes: 0

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf Votes: 0

They say that "Time assuages” - Time never did assuage - An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age - Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady Votes: 0

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think. Votes: 0

The only secret people keep is immortality. Votes: 0

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor. Votes: 0

I had been hungry all the years- My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. 'Twas this on tables I had seen When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, 'Twas so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's diningroom. The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new,-- Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away. Votes: 0

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself. Votes: 0

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near. Votes: 0

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems. Votes: 0

My business is circumference. Votes: 0

Judge tenderly of me. Votes: 0

I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all! Votes: 0

They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings. Votes: 0

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity. Votes: 0

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above. Votes: 0

Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more. Votes: 0

Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I'd rather suit my foot Than save my Boot -- For yet to buy another Pair is possible, At any store -- But Bliss, is sold just once. The Patent lost None buy it any more -- Votes: 0

Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side— It joins—behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity. Votes: 0

AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this ground. Votes: 0

I fear a Man of frugal speech - I fear a Silent Man - Haranguer - I can overtake - Or Babbler - entertain - But He who weigheth - While the Rest - Expend their furthest pound - Of this Man - I am wary - I fear that He is Grand - Votes: 0

Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom. Votes: 0

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew. Votes: 0

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell. Votes: 0

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself. Votes: 0

I took my Power in my Hand -- And went against the World -- 'Twas not so much as David -- had -- But I -- was twice as bold -- I aimed by Pebble -- but Myself Was all the one that fell -- Was it Goliath -- was too large -- Or was myself -- too small? Votes: 0

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go--- Votes: 0

To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand. Votes: 0

Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land? Votes: 0

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? "For beauty," I replied. "And I for truth, the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. Votes: 0

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night! Votes: 0

That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious Tis almost consequence, Is the eclat of death. Votes: 0

Life is the finest secret. So long as that remains, we must all whisper. Votes: 0

I would paint a portrait which would bring the tears, had I canvas for it, and the scene should be -- solitude, and the figures -- solitude -- and the lights and shades, each a solitude. Votes: 0

Prayer is the little implement through which men reach; where presence is denied them. Votes: 0

September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets - Crows - and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming - An Innuendo sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher. Votes: 0

You can stay young as long as you learn. Votes: 0

'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie- That Commerce will continue- And Trades as briskly fly. Votes: 0

What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door. Votes: 0

Best Witchcraft is Geometry To the magician's mind - His ordinary acts are feats To thinking of mankind. Votes: 0

We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg. Votes: 0

A color stands abroad on solitary hills that silence cannot overtake, but human nature feels. Votes: 0

Not if Their Party were waiting, Not if to talk with Me Were to Them now, Homesickness After Eternity. Votes: 0

I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior — for Doors. Votes: 0

Not 'Revelation'-'tis that waits/ But our unfurnished eyes Votes: 0

Beauty is not caused, it is; Chase it and it ceases, Chase it not and it abides... Votes: 0

The WILL is always near, dear, though the feet vary. Votes: 0

I could not prove the Years had feet-/Yet confident they run. Votes: 0

The career of flowers differs from ours only inaudibleness. Votes: 0

A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men Votes: 0

Then, as horizons step, Or noons report away,Without the formula of sound, It passes, and we stay:A quality of loss Affecting our content. Votes: 0

Remorse is memory awake. Votes: 0

You remember my ideal cat has always a huge rat in its mouth, just going out of sight - though going out of sight in itself has a peculiar pleasure. Votes: 0

A light exists in Spring Not present in the year at any other period When March is scarcely here. Votes: 0

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period - When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay - A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament. Votes: 0

After great pain, a formal feeling comes — The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round — Of Ground, or Air, or Ought — A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone — This is the Hour of Lead — Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow — First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go — Votes: 0

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light. Votes: 0

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 labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. Votes: 0

I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch,— This gave me that precarious gait Some call experience. Votes: 0

The Brain - is wider than the Sky - For - put them side by side - The one the other will contain With ease - and You - beside - The Brain is deeper than the sea - For- hold them - Blue to Blue - The one the other will absorb - As Sponges - Buckets - do - The Brain is just the weight of God - For - Heft them - Pound for Pound - And they will differ - if they do - As Syllable from Sound. Votes: 0

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too? Votes: 0

It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness - I'm so accustomed to my Fate - Perhaps the Other - Peace - Would interrupt the Dark - And crowd the little Room - Too scant - by Cubits - to contain The Sacrament - of Him - I am not used to Hope - It might intrude upon - Its sweet parade - blaspheme the place - Ordained to Suffering - It might be easier To fail - with Land in Sight - Than gain - My Blue Peninsula - To perish - of Delight - Votes: 0

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness... Votes: 0

We dream — it is good we are dreaming — It would hurt us — were we awake — But since it is playing — kill us, And we are playing — shriek — What harm? Men die — externally — It is a truth — of Blood — But we — are dying in Drama — And Drama — is never dead — Cautious — We jar each other — And either — open the eyes — Lest the Phantasm — prove the Mistake — And the livid Surprise Cool us to Shafts of Granite — With just an Age — and Name — And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian — It's prudenter — to dream — Votes: 0

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me Votes: 0

Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide, But during March and April None stir abroad Without a cordial interview With God. Votes: 0

When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground. Votes: 0

Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze..., Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind- Thy windy will to bear! Votes: 0

'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere! Votes: 0

Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide. Votes: 0

I imagine therefore I belong and am free. Votes: 0

Here is a little forest Whose leaf is ever green; Here is a brighter garden, Where not a frost has been; In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum; Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come! Votes: 0

Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain. Votes: 0

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die. Votes: 0

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky - Votes: 0

Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day - Votes: 0

Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you're lagging, I may remember him! Votes: 0

A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies. Votes: 0

"Nature" is what we see - The Hill - the Afternoon - Squirrel - Eclipse - the Bumble bee - Nay - Nature is Heaven - Nature is what we hear... Votes: 0

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead... Votes: 0

Twin loaves of bread have just been born into the world under my auspices. Fine children, the image of their mother. And here, my dear friend, is the glory. Votes: 0