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Emily Dickinson

• Least Bee That Brew
• Least Rivers—docile To Some Sea -
• Let me not mar that perfect Dream
• Let Us Play Yesterday
• Life—is What We Make Of It -
• Light Is Sufficient To Itself
• Lightly Stepped A Yellow Star
• Like Brooms of Steel
• Like Eyes That Looked On Wastes
• Like Flowers, That Heard The News Of Dews
• Like Her The Saints Retire
• Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned The Red -
• Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle
• Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush
• Lives He In Any Other World
• Longing is like the Seed
• Love Reckons By Itself—alone -
• Love—Is Anterior To Life
• Love—is Anterior To Life -
• Love—is That Later Thing Than Death -
• Love—Thou Art High
• Love—thou Art High -
• Low At My Problem Bending
• Luck is not chance
• Make Me A Picture Of The Sun
• Mama Never Forgets Her Birds
• Many A Phrase Has The English Language
• Many Cross The Rhine
• March is the Month of Expectation
• May-Flower
• Me From Myself—to Banish -
• Me Prove It Now—whoever Doubt -
• Me, Change! Me, Alter!
• Me! Come! My Dazzled Face
• Midsummer, Was It, When They Died
• Mine enemy is growing old
• Mine—by The Right Of The White Election! -
• More Life—went Out—when He Went - P
• Morning—is The Place For Dew -
• Morning—means -
• Morns Like These—we Parted -
• Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness
• Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
• Musicians Wrestle Everywhere
• Must Be A Woe
• Mute Thy Coronation
• My Best Acquaintances Are Those
• My Cocoon Tightens, Colors Tease
• My Eye Is Fuller Than My Vase
• My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills