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Emily Dickinson

• My First Well Day—since Many Ill -
• My Friend Attacks My Friend!
• My Friend Must Be A Bird
• My Garden—like The Beach -
• My Life Closed Twice
• My Life Had Stood
• My Nosegays Are For Captives;
• My Period Had Come For Prayer
• My Portion Is Defeat—today -
• My Reward For Being, Was This
• My River Runs To Thee
• My Soul—accused Me—and I Quailed - P
• My Wheel Is In The Dark
• My Worthiness Is All My Doubt
• Myself Was Formed—a Carpenter -
• Nature And God—i Neither Knew -
• Nature Is What We See— -
• Nature Rarer Uses Yellow
• Nature The Gentlest Mother Is
• Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling -
• Nature, The Gentlest Mother,
• Never For Society
• New Feet Within My Garden Go
• No Bobolink—reverse His Singing -
• No Crowd That Has Occurred
• No Man Can Compass A Despair
• No Matter—now—sweet - P
• No Notice Gave She, But A Change
• No Other Can Reduce
• No Prisoner Be
• No Rack Can Torture Me
• No Romance Sold Unto
• Nobody Knows This Little Rose
• None Can Experience Sting
• Noon—is The Hinge Of Day -
• Not
• Not "Revelation"—'Tis—That Waits
• Not All Die Early, Dying Young
• Not any sunny tone
• Not In This World To See His Face
• Not Probable—the Barest Chance -
• Not Sickness stains the Brave,
• Not That We Did, Shall Be The Test
• Not with a club, the Heart is broken
• Of All The Souls That Stand Create
• Of All The Sounds Despatched Abroad
• Of Being Is A Bird
• Of Bronze—and Blaze -
• Of Brussels—it Was Not -
• Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate