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Emily Dickinson

• 'Arcturus' Is His Other Name
• 'Faithful To The End' Amended
• 'Morning' Means 'Milking' To The Farmer
• 'Speech'—is A Prank Of Parliament -
• 'They Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
• 'Tis Anguish Grander Than Delight
• 'Tis Customary As We Part
• 'Tis Good—The Looking Back On Grief
• 'Tis Little I—could Care For Pearls -
• 'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So
• 'Tis One By One — The Father Counts -
• 'Tis Opposites—Entice
• 'Tis So Appalling—It Exhilarates
• 'Tis So Much Joy!
• 'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou
• 'Tis True—they Shut Me In The Cold -
• 'Tomorrow' - whose location
• 'Twas A Long Parting — But The Time
• 'Twas comfort in her Dying Room
• 'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died
• 'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch
• 'Twas Love—not Me -
• 'Twas The Old—road—through Pain - P
• 'Twas Warm—at First—like Us - P
• 'Twould Ease—a Butterfly -
• "470"
• "Faith" Is A Fine Invention
• "Heaven" — Is What I Cannot Reach! -
• "Heaven" Has Different Signs — To Me
• "Houses" — So The Wise Men Tell Me
• "I Want" — It Pleaded — All Its Life
• A Bird Came Down
• A Book
• A Burdock — Clawed My Gown
• A Charm Invests A Face
• A chilly Peace infests the Grass
• A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's
• A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
• A Coffin—is A Small Domain -
• A Counterfeit - a Plated Person -
• A Darting Fear — A Pomp — A Tear
• A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
• A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some
• A Door Just Opened On A Street
• A Doubt If It Be Us
• A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree
• A Dying Tiger—Moaned For Drink
• A Feather From The Whippoorwill
• A First Mute Coming
• A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet