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• BIOGRAPHY
• POEMS

Emily Dickinson

• To the bright east she flies,
• To This World She Returned
• To Venerate The Simple Days
• To Wait An Hour—is Long -
• Too cold is this
• Too Little Way The House Must Lie
• Train
• Triumph—may Be Of Several Kinds -
• Trust In The Unexpected
• Truth—is As Old As God -
• Twas Crisis—all The Length Had Passed -
• Twas Such A Little—little Boat -
• Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure
• Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon
• Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar
• Two Travellers Perishing In Snow
• Two—were Immortal Twice -
• Unable Are The Loved To Die
• Uncertain Lease—develops Lustre -
• Under The Light, Yet Under
• Undue Significance A Starving Man Attaches
• Unfulfilled To Observation
• Unit, Like Death, For Whom?
• Unto Like Story—trouble Has Enticed Me -
• Unto Me? I Do Not Know You— -
• Unto My Books—so Good To Turn -
• Upon Concluded Lives
• Victory Comes Late
• Volcanoes be in Sicily
• Wait Till The Majesty Of Death
• Warm in her Hand these accents lie
• Water Makes Many Beds
• Water, Is Taught By Thirst
• We Can But Follow To The Sun
• We Cover Thee—sweet Face -
• We Do Not Play On Graves
• We Don'T Cry—tim And I -
• We Dream—it Is Good We Are Dreaming -
• We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
• We Learned The Whole Of Love
• We Like March, His Shoes Are Purple,
• We Lose—because We Win -
• We Met As Sparks—diverging Flints -
• We Miss Her, Not Because We See
• We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things
• We Play At Paste,
• We Pray—To Heaven
• We See—Comparatively
• We Should Not Mind So Small A Flower
• We Talked As Girls Do