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Emily Dickinson

• By My Window Have I For Scenery
• By Such And Such An Offering
• By The Sea
• Chartless
• Civilization—Spurns—The Leopard!
• Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below!
• Color—caste—denomination - P
• Come Slowly
• Conjecturing A Climate
• Conscious Am I In My Chamber
• Could Hope Inspect Her Basis
• Could I But Ride Indefinite
• Could I—then—shut The Door - P
• Could Live—did Live -
• Could mortal lip divine
• Could—i Do More—for Thee - P
• Crisis Is A Hair
• Crumbling Is Not An Instant's Act
• Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?
• Dear March - Come in
• Death Is A Dialogue Between
• Death Is Potential To That Man
• Death is like the insect
• Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind
• Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant
• Declaiming Waters None May Dread
• Defrauded I A Butterfly
• Delayed Till She Had Ceased To Know
• Delight Becomes Pictorial
• Delight Is As The Flight
• Denial—Is The Only Fact
• Departed To The Judgment,
• Deprived Of Other Banquet
• Despair's Advantage Is Achieved
• Did Our Best Moment Last
• Did The Harebell Loose Her Girdle
• Did We Disobey Him?
• Did You Ever Stand In A Cavern's Mouth
• Distrustful Of The Gentian
• Do People Moulder Equally
• Don'T Put Up My Thread And Needle
• Doom Is The House Without The Door
• Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
• Down Time's quaint stream
• Drab Habitation Of Whom?
• Drama's Vitallest Expression Is The Common Day
• Dreams—Are Well—But Waking's Better
• Dropped Into The Ether Acre
• Drowning is not so pitiful
• Dust Is The Only Secret