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Описание:
Полное собрание стихотворений.
Содержание:
- Thomas H. Johnson. Introduction, p. V-XI
- The Complete Poems Of Emily Dickinson
- Emily Dickinson. 1. Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine... (стихотворение), p. 3-4
- Emily Dickinson. 2. There is another sky... (стихотворение), p. 4
- Emily Dickinson. 3. “Sic transit gloria mundi”... (стихотворение), p. 4-6
- Emily Dickinson. 4. On this wondrous sea... (стихотворение), p. 6-7
- Emily Dickinson. 5. I have a Bird in spring... (стихотворение), p. 7-8
- Emily Dickinson. 6. Frequently the woods are pink —... (стихотворение), p. 8
- Emily Dickinson. 7. The feet of people walking home... (стихотворение), p. 8-9
- Emily Dickinson. 8. There is a word... (стихотворение), p. 9
- Emily Dickinson. 9. Through lane it lay — through bramble —... (стихотворение), p. 10
- Emily Dickinson. 10. My wheel is in the dark!.. (стихотворение), p. 10-11
- Emily Dickinson. 11. I never told the buried gold... (стихотворение), p. 11
- Emily Dickinson. 12. The morns are meeker than they were —... (стихотворение), p. 11-12
- Emily Dickinson. 13. Sleep is supposed to be... (стихотворение), p. 12
- Emily Dickinson. 14. One Sister have I in our house... (стихотворение), p. 12-13
- Emily Dickinson. 15. The Guest is gold and crimson —... (стихотворение), p. 13
- Emily Dickinson. 16. I would distil a cup —... (стихотворение), p. 13-14
- Emily Dickinson. 17. Baffled for just a day or two —... (стихотворение), p. 14
- Emily Dickinson. 18. The Gentian weaves her fringes —... (стихотворение), p. 14
- Emily Dickinson. 19. A sepal, petal, and a thorn... (стихотворение), p. 15
- Emily Dickinson. 20. Distrustful of the Gentian —... (стихотворение), p. 15
- Emily Dickinson. 21. We lose — because we win —... (стихотворение), p. 15
- Emily Dickinson. 22. All these my banners be... (стихотворение), p. 16
- Emily Dickinson. 23. I had a guinea golden —... (стихотворение), p. 16-17
- Emily Dickinson. 24. There is a morn by men unseen —... (стихотворение), p. 17-18
- Emily Dickinson. 25. She slept beneath a tree —... (стихотворение), p. 18
- Emily Dickinson. 26. It's all I have to bring today —... (стихотворение), p. 18-19
- Emily Dickinson. 27. Morns like these — we parted —... (стихотворение), p. 19
- Emily Dickinson. 28. So has a Daisy vanished... (стихотворение), p. 19
- Emily Dickinson. 29. If those I loved were lost... (стихотворение), p. 19-20
- Emily Dickinson. 30. Adrift! A little boat adrift!.. (стихотворение), p. 20
- Emily Dickinson. 31. Summer for thee, grant I may be... (стихотворение), p. 20
- Emily Dickinson. 32. When Roses cease to bloom, Sir... (стихотворение), p. 21
- Emily Dickinson. 33. If recollecting were forgetting... (стихотворение), p. 21
- Emily Dickinson. 34. Garland for Queens, may be —... (стихотворение), p. 21
- Emily Dickinson. 35. Nobody knows this little Rose —... (стихотворение), p. 22
- Emily Dickinson. 36. Snow flakes... (стихотворение), p. 22
- Emily Dickinson. 37. Before the ice is in the pools —... (стихотворение), p. 22-23
- Emily Dickinson. 38. By such and such an offering... (стихотворение), p. 23
- Emily Dickinson. 39. It did not surprise me —... (стихотворение), p. 23
- Emily Dickinson. 40. When I count the seeds... (стихотворение), p. 24
- Emily Dickinson. 41. I robbed the Woods —... (стихотворение), p. 24
- Emily Dickinson. 42. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!.. (стихотворение), p. 24
- Emily Dickinson. 43. Could live — did live —... (стихотворение), p. 25
- Emily Dickinson. 44. If she had been the Mistletoe... (стихотворение), p. 25
- Emily Dickinson. 45. There's something quieter than sleep... (стихотворение), p. 25-26
- Emily Dickinson. 46. I keep my pledge... (стихотворение), p. 26
- Emily Dickinson. 47. Heart! We will forget him!.. (стихотворение), p. 26
- Emily Dickinson. 48. Once more, my now bewildered Dove... (стихотворение), p. 27
- Emily Dickinson. 49. I never lost as much but twice... (стихотворение), p. 27
- Emily Dickinson. 50. I haven't told my garden yet —... (стихотворение), p. 27-28
- Emily Dickinson. 51. I often passed the village... (стихотворение), p. 28
- Emily Dickinson. 52. Whether my bark went down at sea —... (стихотворение), p. 28-29
- Emily Dickinson. 53. Taken from men — this morning —... (стихотворение), p. 29
- Emily Dickinson. 54. If I should die... (стихотворение), p. 29-30
- Emily Dickinson. 55. By Chivalries as tiny... (стихотворение), p. 30
- Emily Dickinson. 56. If I should cease to bring a Rose... (стихотворение), p. 30
- Emily Dickinson. 57. To venerate the simple days... (стихотворение), p. 30
- Emily Dickinson. 58. Delayed till she had ceased to know —... (стихотворение), p. 30-31
- Emily Dickinson. 59. A little East of Jordan... (стихотворение), p. 31
- Emily Dickinson. 60. Like her the Saints retire... (стихотворение), p. 32
- Emily Dickinson. 61. Papa above!.. (стихотворение), p. 32
- Emily Dickinson. 62. “Sown in dishonor”!.. (стихотворение), p. 32-33
- Emily Dickinson. 63. If pain for peace prepares... (стихотворение), p. 33
- Emily Dickinson. 64. Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!.. (стихотворение), p. 33-34
- Emily Dickinson. 65. I can't tell you — but you feel it —... (стихотворение), p. 34
- Emily Dickinson. 66. So from the mould... (стихотворение), p. 35
- Emily Dickinson. 67. Success is counted sweetest... (стихотворение), p. 35
- Emily Dickinson. 68. Ambition cannot find him... (стихотворение), p. 35-36
- Emily Dickinson. 69. Low at my problem bending... (стихотворение), p. 36
- Emily Dickinson. 70. “Arcturus” is his other name —... (стихотворение), p. 36-37
- Emily Dickinson. 71. A throe upon the features —... (стихотворение), p. 37
- Emily Dickinson. 72. Glowing is her Bonnet... (стихотворение), p. 37-38
- Emily Dickinson. 73. Who never lost, are unprepared... (стихотворение), p. 38
- Emily Dickinson. 74. A Lady red — amid the Hill... (стихотворение), p. 38-39
- Emily Dickinson. 75. She died at play... (стихотворение), p. 39
- Emily Dickinson. 76. Exultation is the going... (стихотворение), p. 39-40
- Emily Dickinson. 77. I never hear the word “escape”... (стихотворение), p. 40
- Emily Dickinson. 78. A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart —... (стихотворение), p. 40
- Emily Dickinson. 79. Going to Heaven!.. (стихотворение), p. 41
- Emily Dickinson. 80. Our lives are Swiss —... (стихотворение), p. 41-42
- Emily Dickinson. 81. We should not mind so small a flower —... (стихотворение), p. 42
- Emily Dickinson. 82. Whose cheek is this?.. (стихотворение), p. 42
- Emily Dickinson. 83. Heart, not so heavy as mine... (стихотворение), p. 43
- Emily Dickinson. 84. Her breast is fit for pearls... (стихотворение), p. 43
- Emily Dickinson. 85. “They have not chosen me”, he said... (стихотворение), p. 43-44
- Emily Dickinson. 86. South Winds jostle them —... (стихотворение), p. 44
- Emily Dickinson. 87. A darting fear — a pomp — a tear —... (стихотворение), p. 44
- Emily Dickinson. 88. As by the dead we love to sit... (стихотворение), p. 44-45
- Emily Dickinson. 89. Some things that fly there be —... (стихотворение), p. 45
- Emily Dickinson. 90. Within my reach!.. (стихотворение), p. 45
- Emily Dickinson. 91. So bashful when I spied her!.. (стихотворение), p. 45-46
- Emily Dickinson. 92. My friend must be a Bird —... (стихотворение), p. 46
- Emily Dickinson. 93. Went up a year this evening!.. (стихотворение), p. 46-47
- Emily Dickinson. 94. Angels, in the early morning... (стихотворение), p. 47
- Emily Dickinson. 95. My nosegays are for Captives —... (стихотворение), p. 47
- Emily Dickinson. 96. Sexton! My Master's sleeping here... (стихотворение), p. 47-48
- Emily Dickinson. 97. The rainbow never tells me... (стихотворение), p. 48
- Emily Dickinson. 98. One dignity delays for all —... (стихотворение), p. 48
- Emily Dickinson. 99. New feet within my garden go... (стихотворение), p. 49
- Emily Dickinson. 100. A science — so the Savants say... (стихотворение), p. 49
- Emily Dickinson. 101. Will there really be a “Morning”?.. (стихотворение), p. 49-50
- Emily Dickinson. 102. Great Caesar! Condescend... (стихотворение), p. 50
- Emily Dickinson. 103. I have a King, who does not speak —... (стихотворение), p. 50
- Emily Dickinson. 104. Where I have lost, I softer tread —... (стихотворение), p. 51
- Emily Dickinson. 105. To hang our head — ostensibly —... (стихотворение), p. 51
- Emily Dickinson. 106. The Daisy follows soft the Sun —... (стихотворение), p. 51-52
- Emily Dickinson. 107. ʼTwas such a little — little boat... (стихотворение), p. 52
- Emily Dickinson. 108. Surgeons must be very careful... (стихотворение), p. 52
- Emily Dickinson. 109. By a flower — By a letter —... (стихотворение), p. 52-53
- Emily Dickinson. 110. Artists wrestled here!.. (стихотворение), p. 53
- Emily Dickinson. 111. The Bee is not afraid of me... (стихотворение), p. 53
- Emily Dickinson. 112. Where bells no more affright the morn —... (стихотворение), p. 53-54
- Emily Dickinson. 113. Our share of night to bear —... (стихотворение), p. 54
- Emily Dickinson. 114. Good night, because we must... (стихотворение), p. 54
- Emily Dickinson. 115. What Inn is this... (стихотворение), p. 54-55
- Emily Dickinson. 116. I had some things that I called mine ... (стихотворение), p. 55
- Emily Dickinson. 117. In rags mysterious as these... (стихотворение), p. 55
- Emily Dickinson. 118. My friend attacks my friend!.. (стихотворение), p. 56
- Emily Dickinson. 119. Talk with prudence to a Beggar... (стихотворение), p. 56
- Emily Dickinson. 120. If this is “fading”... (стихотворение), p. 56
- Emily Dickinson. 121. As Watchers hang upon the East... (стихотворение), p. 57
- Emily Dickinson. 122. A something in a summer's Day... (стихотворение), p. 57-58
- Emily Dickinson. 123. Many cross the Rhine... (стихотворение), p. 58
- Emily Dickinson. 124. In lands I never saw — they say... (стихотворение), p. 58
- Emily Dickinson. 125. For each ecstatic instant... (стихотворение), p. 58
- Emily Dickinson. 126. To fight aloud, is very brave —... (стихотворение), p. 59
- Emily Dickinson. 127. “Houses” — so the Wise Men tell me... (стихотворение), p. 59
- Emily Dickinson. 128. Bring me the sunset in a cup... (стихотворение), p. 59-60
- Emily Dickinson. 129. Cocoon above! Cocoon below!.. (стихотворение), p. 60
- Emily Dickinson. 130. These are the days when Birds come back —... (стихотворение), p. 61
- Emily Dickinson. 131. Besides the Autumn poets sing... (стихотворение), p. 61-62
- Emily Dickinson. 132. I bring an unaccustomed wine... (стихотворение), p. 62
- Emily Dickinson. 133. As Children bid the Guest “Good Night”... (стихотворение), p. 62-63
- Emily Dickinson. 134. Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower... (стихотворение), p. 63
- Emily Dickinson. 135. Water, is taught by thirst... (стихотворение), p. 63
- Emily Dickinson. 136. Have you got a Brook in your little heart... (стихотворение), p. 63-64
- Emily Dickinson. 137. Flowers — Well — if anybody... (стихотворение), p. 64
- Emily Dickinson. 138. Pigmy seraphs — gone astray —... (стихотворение), p. 64-65
- Emily Dickinson. 139. Soul, Wilt thou toss again?.. (стихотворение), p. 65
- Emily Dickinson. 140. An altered look about the hills —... (стихотворение), p. 65-66
- Emily Dickinson. 141. Some, too fragile for winter winds... (стихотворение), p. 66
- Emily Dickinson. 142. Whose are the little beds, I asked... (стихотворение), p. 66-67
- Emily Dickinson. 143. For every Bird a Nest —... (стихотворение), p. 67-68
- Emily Dickinson. 144. She bore it till the simple veins... (стихотворение), p. 68
- Emily Dickinson. 145. This heart that broke so long —... (стихотворение), p. 68-69
- Emily Dickinson. 146. On such a night, or such a night... (стихотворение), p. 69
- Emily Dickinson. 147. Bless God, he went as soldiers... (стихотворение), p. 69-70
- Emily Dickinson. 148. All overgrown by cunning moss... (стихотворение), p. 70
- Emily Dickinson. 149. She went as quiet as the Dew... (стихотворение), p. 70
- Emily Dickinson. 150. She died — this was the way she died... (стихотворение), p. 71
- Emily Dickinson. 151. Mute thy Coronation —... (стихотворение), p. 71
- Emily Dickinson. 152. The Sun kept stooping — stooping — low!.. (стихотворение), p. 71-72
- Emily Dickinson. 153. Dust is the only Secret —... (стихотворение), p. 72
- Emily Dickinson. 154. Except to Heaven, she is nought... (стихотворение), p. 72-73
- Emily Dickinson. 155. The Murmur of a Bee... (стихотворение), p. 73
- Emily Dickinson. 156. You love me — you are sure —... (стихотворение), p. 73-74
- Emily Dickinson. 157. Musicians wrestle everywhere —... (стихотворение), p. 74
- Emily Dickinson. 158. Dying! Dying in the night!.. (стихотворение), p. 74-75
- Emily Dickinson. 159. A little bread — a crust — a crumb —... (стихотворение), p. 75
- Emily Dickinson. 160. Just lost, when I was saved!.. (стихотворение), p. 75-76
- Emily Dickinson. 161. A feather from the Whippoorwill... (стихотворение), p. 76
- Emily Dickinson. 162. My River runs to thee —... (стихотворение), p. 76
- Emily Dickinson. 163. Tho' my destiny be Fustian... (стихотворение), p. 76-77
- Emily Dickinson. 164. Mama never forgets her birds... (стихотворение), p. 77
- Emily Dickinson. 165. A wounded Deer — leaps highest —... (стихотворение), p. 77-78
- Emily Dickinson. 166. I met a King this afternoon!.. (стихотворение), p. 78-79
- Emily Dickinson. 167. To learn the Transport by the Pain —... (стихотворение), p. 79
- Emily Dickinson. 168. If the foolish, call them “flowers” —... (стихотворение), p. 79-80
- Emily Dickinson. 169. In Ebon Box, when years have flown... (стихотворение), p. 80
- Emily Dickinson. 170. Portraits are to daily faces... (стихотворение), p. 81
- Emily Dickinson. 171. Wait till the Majesty of Death... (стихотворение), p. 81
- Emily Dickinson. 172. Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!.. (стихотворение), p. 81-82
- Emily Dickinson. 173. A fuzzy fellow, without feet... (стихотворение), p. 82
- Emily Dickinson. 174. At last, to be identified!.. (стихотворение), p. 83
- Emily Dickinson. 175. I have never seen “Volcanoes” —... (стихотворение), p. 83
- Emily Dickinson. 176. I'm the little “Heart's Ease”!.. (стихотворение), p. 84
- Emily Dickinson. 177. Ah, Necromancy Sweet!.. (стихотворение), p. 84
- Emily Dickinson. 178. I cautious, scanned my little life... (стихотворение), p. 84-85
- Emily Dickinson. 179. If I could bribe them by a Rose... (стихотворение), p. 85-86
- Emily Dickinson. 180. As if some little Arctic flower... (стихотворение), p. 86
- Emily Dickinson. 181. I lost a World — the other day!.. (стихотворение), p. 86
- Emily Dickinson. 182. If I shouldn't be alive... (стихотворение), p. 86-87
- Emily Dickinson. 183. I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes... (стихотворение), p. 87
- Emily Dickinson. 184. A transport one cannot contain... (стихотворение), p. 87
- Emily Dickinson. 185. “Faith” is a fine invention... (стихотворение), p. 87
- Emily Dickinson. 186. What shall I do — it whimpers so —... (стихотворение), p. 88
- Emily Dickinson. 187. How many times these low feet staggered —... (стихотворение), p. 88
- Emily Dickinson. 188. Make me a picture of the sun —... (стихотворение), p. 89
- Emily Dickinson. 189. It's such a little thing to weep —... (стихотворение), p. 89
- Emily Dickinson. 190. He was weak, and I was strong — then —... (стихотворение), p. 89-90
- Emily Dickinson. 191. The Skies can't keep their secret!.. (стихотворение), p. 90
- Emily Dickinson. 192. Poor little Heart!.. (стихотворение), p. 90-91
- Emily Dickinson. 193. I shall know why — when Time is over —... (стихотворение), p. 91
- Emily Dickinson. 194. On this long storm the Rainbow rose —... (стихотворение), p. 91
- Emily Dickinson. 195. For this — accepted Breath —... (стихотворение), p. 91-92
- Emily Dickinson. 196. We don't cry — Tim and I... (стихотворение), p. 92-93
- Emily Dickinson. 197. Morning — is the place for Dew —... (стихотворение), p. 93
- Emily Dickinson. 198. An awful Tempest mashed the air —... (стихотворение), p. 93
- Emily Dickinson. 199. I'm “wife” — I've finished that —... (стихотворение), p. 94
- Emily Dickinson. 200. I stole them from a Bee —... (стихотворение), p. 94
- Emily Dickinson. 201. Two swimmers wrestled on the spar —... (стихотворение), p. 94
- Emily Dickinson. 202. My Eye is fuller than my vase —... (стихотворение), p. 95
- Emily Dickinson. 203. He forgot — and I — remembered —... (стихотворение), p. 95
- Emily Dickinson. 204. A slash of Blue —... (стихотворение), p. 95
- Emily Dickinson. 205. I should not dare to leave my friend... (стихотворение), p. 95-96
- Emily Dickinson. 206. The Flower must not blame the Bee —... (стихотворение), p. 96
- Emily Dickinson. 207. Tho' I get home how late — how late —... (стихотворение), p. 96-97
- Emily Dickinson. 208. The Rose did caper on her cheek —... (стихотворение), p. 97
- Emily Dickinson. 209. With thee, in the Desert —... (стихотворение), p. 97
- Emily Dickinson. 210. The thought beneath so slight a film —... (стихотворение), p. 97-98
- Emily Dickinson. 211. Come slowly — Eden!.. (стихотворение), p. 98
- Emily Dickinson. 212. Least Rivers — docile to some sea... (стихотворение), p. 98
- Emily Dickinson. 213. Did the Harebell loose her girdle... (стихотворение), p. 98
- Emily Dickinson. 214. I taste a liquor never brewed —... (стихотворение), p. 98-99
- Emily Dickinson. 215. What is — “Paradise” —... (стихотворение), p. 99
- Emily Dickinson. 216 (version of 1859). Safe in their Alabaster Chambers —... (стихотворение), p. 100
- Emily Dickinson. 216 (version of 1861). Safe in their Alabaster Chambers —... (стихотворение), p. 100
- Emily Dickinson. 217. Savior! I've no one else to tell... (стихотворение), p. 100-101
- Emily Dickinson. 218. Is it true, dear Sue?.. (стихотворение), p. 101
- Emily Dickinson. 219. She sweeps with many-colored Brooms —... (стихотворение), p. 101
- Emily Dickinson. 220. Could I — then — shut the door... (стихотворение), p. 102
- Emily Dickinson. 221. It can't be “Summer”!.. (стихотворение), p. 102
- Emily Dickinson. 222. When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side... (стихотворение), p. 102
- Emily Dickinson. 223. I Came to buy a smile — today... (стихотворение), p. 102-103
- Emily Dickinson. 224. I've nothing else — to bring, You know —... (стихотворение), p. 103
- Emily Dickinson. 225. Jesus! thy Crucifix... (стихотворение), p. 103
- Emily Dickinson. 226. Should you but fail at — Sea —... (стихотворение), p. 103-104
- Emily Dickinson. 227. Teach Him — When He makes the names —... (стихотворение), p. 104
- Emily Dickinson. 228. Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple... (стихотворение), p. 104
- Emily Dickinson. 229. A Burdock — clawed my Gown —... (стихотворение), p. 104-105
- Emily Dickinson. 230. We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing —... (стихотворение), p. 105
- Emily Dickinson. 231. God permits industrious Angels —... (стихотворение), p. 105-106
- Emily Dickinson. 232. The Sun — just touched the Morning —... (стихотворение), p. 106
- Emily Dickinson. 233. The Lamp burns sure — within —... (стихотворение), p. 106
- Emily Dickinson. 234. You're right — “the way is narrow”... (стихотворение), p. 107
- Emily Dickinson. 235. The Court is far away —... (стихотворение), p. 107
- Emily Dickinson. 236. If He dissolve — then — there is nothing — more —... (стихотворение), p. 107-108
- Emily Dickinson. 237. I think just how my shape will rise —... (стихотворение), p. 108
- Emily Dickinson. 238. Kill your Balm — and its Odors bless you —... (стихотворение), p. 109
- Emily Dickinson. 239. “Heaven” — is what I cannot reach!.. (стихотворение), p. 109
- Emily Dickinson. 240. Ah, Moon — and Star!.. (стихотворение), p. 109-110
- Emily Dickinson. 241. I like a look of Agony... (стихотворение), p. 110
- Emily Dickinson. 242. When we stand on the tops of Things —... (стихотворение), p. 110-111
- Emily Dickinson. 243. I've known a Heaven, like a Tent —... (стихотворение), p. 111
- Emily Dickinson. 244. It is easy to work when the soul is at play —... (стихотворение), p. 111-112
- Emily Dickinson. 245. I held a Jewel in my fingers —... (стихотворение), p. 112
- Emily Dickinson. 246. Forever at His side to walk —... (стихотворение), p. 112
- Emily Dickinson. 247. What would I give to see his face?.. (стихотворение), p. 113
- Emily Dickinson. 248. Why — do they shut Me out of Heaven?.. (стихотворение), p. 113-114
- Emily Dickinson. 249. Wild Nights — Wild Nights!.. (стихотворение), p. 114
- Emily Dickinson. 250. I shall keep singing!.. (стихотворение), p. 114-115
- Emily Dickinson. 251. Over the fence —... (стихотворение), p. 115
- Emily Dickinson. 252. I can wade Grief —... (стихотворение), p. 115
- Emily Dickinson. 253. You see I cannot see — your lifetime —... (стихотворение), p. 116
- Emily Dickinson. 254. “Hope” is the thing with feathers —... (стихотворение), p. 116
- Emily Dickinson. 255. To die — takes just a little while —... (стихотворение), p. 116-117
- Emily Dickinson. 256. If I'm lost — now... (стихотворение), p. 117
- Emily Dickinson. 257. Delight is as the flight —... (стихотворение), p. 117-118
- Emily Dickinson. 258. There's a certain Slant of light... (стихотворение), p. 118-119
- Emily Dickinson. 259. Good Night! Which put the Candle out?.. (стихотворение), p. 119
- Emily Dickinson. 260. Read — Sweet — how others — strove —... (стихотворение), p. 119-120
- Emily Dickinson. 261. Put up my lute!.. (стихотворение), p. 120
- Emily Dickinson. 262. The lonesome for they know not What —... (стихотворение), p. 120
- Emily Dickinson. 263. A single Screw of Flesh... (стихотворение), p. 120-121
- Emily Dickinson. 264. A Weight with Needles on the pounds —... (стихотворение), p. 121
- Emily Dickinson. 265. Where Ships of Purple — gently toss —... (стихотворение), p. 121-122
- Emily Dickinson. 266. This — is the land — the Sunset washes —... (стихотворение), p. 122
- Emily Dickinson. 267. Did we disobey Him?.. (стихотворение), p. 122
- Emily Dickinson. 268. Me, change! Me, alter!.. (стихотворение), p. 122
- Emily Dickinson. 269. Bound — a trouble —... (стихотворение), p. 123
- Emily Dickinson. 270. One Life of so much Consequence!.. (стихотворение), p. 123
- Emily Dickinson. 271. A solemn thing — it was — I said —... (стихотворение), p. 123-124
- Emily Dickinson. 272. I breathed enough to take the Trick —... (стихотворение), p. 124
- Emily Dickinson. 273. He put the Belt around my life —... (стихотворение), p. 124-125
- Emily Dickinson. 274. The only Ghost I ever saw... (стихотворение), p. 125
- Emily Dickinson. 275. Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!.. (стихотворение), p. 125-126
- Emily Dickinson. 276. Many a phrase has the English language —... (стихотворение), p. 126-127
- Emily Dickinson. 277. What if I say I shall not wait!.. (стихотворение), p. 127
- Emily Dickinson. 278. A shady friend — for Torrid days —... (стихотворение), p. 127-128
- Emily Dickinson. 279. Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord... (стихотворение), p. 128
- Emily Dickinson. 280. I felt a Funeral, in my Brain... (стихотворение), p. 128-129
- Emily Dickinson. 281. ʼTis so appalling — it exhilarates —... (стихотворение), p. 129-130
- Emily Dickinson. 282. How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand... (стихотворение), p. 130
- Emily Dickinson. 283. A Mien to move a Queen —... (стихотворение), p. 130-131
- Emily Dickinson. 284. The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea —... (стихотворение), p. 131
- Emily Dickinson. 285. The Robin's my Criterion for Tune —... (стихотворение), p. 131-132
- Emily Dickinson. 286. That after Horror — that 'twas us —... (стихотворение), p. 132
- Emily Dickinson. 287. A Clock stopped —... (стихотворение), p. 132-133
- Emily Dickinson. 288. I'm Nobody! Who are you?.. (стихотворение), p. 133
- Emily Dickinson. 289. I know some lonely Houses off the Road... (стихотворение), p. 133-134
- Emily Dickinson. 290. Of Bronze — and Blaze —... (стихотворение), p. 134-135
- Emily Dickinson. 291. How the old Mountains drip with Sunset... (стихотворение), p. 135-136
- Emily Dickinson. 292. If your Nerve, deny you —... (стихотворение), p. 136
- Emily Dickinson. 293. I got so I could take his name —... (стихотворение), p. 136-137
- Emily Dickinson. 294. The Doomed — regard the Sunrise... (стихотворение), p. 137
- Emily Dickinson. 295. Unto like Story — Trouble has enticed me —... (стихотворение), p. 138
- Emily Dickinson. 296. One Year ago — jots what?.. (стихотворение), p. 138-139
- Emily Dickinson. 297. It's like the Light —... (стихотворение), p. 139-140
- Emily Dickinson. 298. Alone, I cannot be —... (стихотворение), p. 140
- Emily Dickinson. 299. Your Riches — taught me — Poverty... (стихотворение), p. 140-141
- Emily Dickinson. 300. “Morning” — means “Milking” — to the Farmer —... (стихотворение), p. 141-142
- Emily Dickinson. 301. I reason, Earth is short —... (стихотворение), p. 142
- Emily Dickinson. 302. Like Some Old fashioned Miracle... (стихотворение), p. 142-143
- Emily Dickinson. 303. The Soul selects her own Society —... (стихотворение), p. 143
- Emily Dickinson. 304. The Day came slow — till Five o'clock —... (стихотворение), p. 143-144
- Emily Dickinson. 305. The difference between Despair... (стихотворение), p. 144
- Emily Dickinson. 306. The Soul's Superior instants... (стихотворение), p. 144
- Emily Dickinson. 307. The One who could repeat the Summer day —... (стихотворение), p. 145
- Emily Dickinson. 308. I send Two Sunsets —... (стихотворение), p. 145
- Emily Dickinson. 309. For largest Woman's Hearth I knew —... (стихотворение), p. 145
- Emily Dickinson. 310. Give little Anguish —... (стихотворение), p. 145-146
- Emily Dickinson. 311. It sifts from Leaden Sieves —... (стихотворение), p. 146
- Emily Dickinson. 312. Her — “last Poems”... (стихотворение), p. 146-147
- Emily Dickinson. 313. I should have been too glad, I see —... (стихотворение), p. 147-148
- Emily Dickinson. 314. Nature — sometimes sears a Sapling —... (стихотворение), p. 148
- Emily Dickinson. 315. He fumbles at your Soul... (стихотворение), p. 148
- Emily Dickinson. 316. The Wind didn't come from the Orchard — today —... (стихотворение), p. 149
- Emily Dickinson. 317. Just so — Jesus — raps —... (стихотворение), p. 149-150
- Emily Dickinson. 318. I'll tell you how the Sun rose —... (стихотворение), p. 150
- Emily Dickinson. 319. The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized —... (стихотворение), p. 150-151
- Emily Dickinson. 320. We play at Paste —... (стихотворение), p. 151
- Emily Dickinson. 321. Of all the Sounds despatched abroad...
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Emily Dickinson. 322. There came a Day at Summer's full... (стихотворение), p. 152-153
Emily Dickinson. 323. As if I asked a common Alms... (стихотворение), p. 153
Emily Dickinson. 324. Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —... (стихотворение), p. 153-154
Emily Dickinson. 325. Of Tribulation, these are They... (стихотворение), p. 154
Emily Dickinson. 326. I cannot dance upon my Toes —... (стихотворение), p. 154-155
Emily Dickinson. 327. Before I got my eye put out... (стихотворение), p. 155
Emily Dickinson. 328. A Bird came down the Walk —... (стихотворение), p. 156
Emily Dickinson. 329. So glad we are — a Stranger'd deem... (стихотворение), p. 156
Emily Dickinson. 330. The Juggler's Hat her Country is... (стихотворение), p. 157
Emily Dickinson. 331. While Asters —... (стихотворение), p. 157
Emily Dickinson. 332. There are two Ripenings — one — of sight —... (стихотворение), p. 157
Emily Dickinson. 333. The Grass so little has to do —... (стихотворение), p. 157-158
Emily Dickinson. 334. All the letters I can write... (стихотворение), p. 158
Emily Dickinson. 335. ʼTis not that Dying hurts us so —... (стихотворение), p. 158-159
Emily Dickinson. 336. The face I carry with me — last —... (стихотворение), p. 159
Emily Dickinson. 337. I know a place where Summer strives... (стихотворение), p. 159-160
Emily Dickinson. 338. I know that He exists... (стихотворение), p. 160
Emily Dickinson. 339. I tend my flowers for thee —... (стихотворение), p. 160-161
Emily Dickinson. 340. Is Bliss then, such Abyss... (стихотворение), p. 161
Emily Dickinson. 341. After great pain, a formal feeling comes... (стихотворение), p. 162
Emily Dickinson. 342. It will be Summer — eventually... (стихотворение), p. 162-163
Emily Dickinson. 343. My Reward for Being, was This... (стихотворение), p. 163
Emily Dickinson. 344. ʼTwas the old — road — through pain —... (стихотворение), p. 163-164
Emily Dickinson. 345. Funny — to be a Century —... (стихотворение), p. 164
Emily Dickinson. 346. Not probable — The barest Chance —... (стихотворение), p. 164
Emily Dickinson. 347. When Night is almost done —... (стихотворение), p. 164-165
Emily Dickinson. 348. I dreaded that first Robin, so... (стихотворение), p. 165-166
Emily Dickinson. 349. I had the Glory — that will do —... (стихотворение), p. 166
Emily Dickinson. 350. They leave us with the Infinite... (стихотворение), p. 166
Emily Dickinson. 351. I felt my life with both my hands... (стихотворение), p. 166-167
Emily Dickinson. 352. Perhaps I asked too large —... (стихотворение), p. 167
Emily Dickinson. 353. A happy lip — breaks sudden —... (стихотворение), p. 167
Emily Dickinson. 354. From Cocoon forth a Butterfly... (стихотворение), p. 168
Emily Dickinson. 355. ʼTis Opposites — entice —... (стихотворение), p. 168-169
Emily Dickinson. 356. The Day that I was crowned... (стихотворение), p. 169
Emily Dickinson. 357. God is a distant — stately Lover —... (стихотворение), p. 169-170
Emily Dickinson. 358. If any sink, assure that this, now standing —... (стихотворение), p. 170
Emily Dickinson. 359. I gained it so —... (стихотворение), p. 170
Emily Dickinson. 360. Death sets a Thing significant... (стихотворение), p. 170-171
Emily Dickinson. 361. What I can do — I will —... (стихотворение), p. 171
Emily Dickinson. 362. It struck me — every Day —... (стихотворение), p. 171-172
Emily Dickinson. 363. I went to thank Her —... (стихотворение), p. 172
Emily Dickinson. 364. The Morning after Woe —... (стихотворение), p. 172-173
Emily Dickinson. 365. Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?.. (стихотворение), p. 173
Emily Dickinson. 366. Although I put away his life —... (стихотворение), p. 173-174
Emily Dickinson. 367. Over and over, like a Tune —... (стихотворение), p. 174
Emily Dickinson. 368. How sick — to wait — in any place — but thine —... (стихотворение), p. 175
Emily Dickinson. 369. She lay as if at play... (стихотворение), p. 175
Emily Dickinson. 370. Heaven is so far of the Mind... (стихотворение), p. 176
Emily Dickinson. 371. A precious — mouldering pleasure — 'tis —... (стихотворение), p. 176-177
Emily Dickinson. 372. I know lives, I could miss... (стихотворение), p. 177
Emily Dickinson. 373. I'm saying every day... (стихотворение), p. 177-178
Emily Dickinson. 374. I went to Heaven —... (стихотворение), p. 178-179
Emily Dickinson. 375. The Angle of a Landscape —... (стихотворение), p. 179
Emily Dickinson. 376. Of Course — I prayed —... (стихотворение), p. 179-180
Emily Dickinson. 377. To lose one's faith — surpass... (стихотворение), p. 180
Emily Dickinson. 378. I saw no Way — The Heavens were stitched —... (стихотворение), p. 180
Emily Dickinson. 379. Rehearsal to Ourselves... (стихотворение), p. 180-181
Emily Dickinson. 380. There is a flower that Bees prefer —... (стихотворение), p. 181-182
Emily Dickinson. 381. A Secret told —... (стихотворение), p. 182
Emily Dickinson. 382. For Death — or rather... (стихотворение), p. 182
Emily Dickinson. 383. Exhilaration — is within —... (стихотворение), p. 182-183
Emily Dickinson. 384. No Rack can torture me —... (стихотворение), p. 183
Emily Dickinson. 385. Smiling back from Coronation... (стихотворение), p. 183-184
Emily Dickinson. 386. Answer July —... (стихотворение), p. 184
Emily Dickinson. 387. The sweetest Heresy received... (стихотворение), p. 184-185
Emily Dickinson. 388. Take your Heaven further on —... (стихотворение), p. 185
Emily Dickinson. 389. There's been a Death, in the Opposite House... (стихотворение), p. 185-186
Emily Dickinson. 390. It's coming — the postponeless Creature —... (стихотворение), p. 186
Emily Dickinson. 391. A Visitor in Marl —... (стихотворение), p. 186-187
Emily Dickinson. 392. Through the Dark Sod — as Education —... (стихотворение), p. 187
Emily Dickinson. 393. Did Our Best Moment last —... (стихотворение), p. 187
Emily Dickinson. 394. ʼTwas Love — not me —... (стихотворение), p. 187-188
Emily Dickinson. 395. Reverse cannot befall... (стихотворение), p. 188
Emily Dickinson. 396. There is a Languor of the Life... (стихотворение), p. 188-189
Emily Dickinson. 397. When Diamonds are a Legend... (стихотворение), p. 189
Emily Dickinson. 398. I had not minded — Walls —... (стихотворение), p. 189-190
Emily Dickinson. 399. A House upon the Height —... (стихотворение), p. 190
Emily Dickinson. 400. A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!.. (стихотворение), p. 190-191
Emily Dickinson. 401. What Soft — Cherubic Creatures —... (стихотворение), p. 191
Emily Dickinson. 402. I pay — in Satin Cash —... (стихотворение), p. 191-192
Emily Dickinson. 403. The Winters are so short —... (стихотворение), p. 192
Emily Dickinson. 404. How many Flowers fail in Wood —... (стихотворение), p. 192
Emily Dickinson. 405. It might be lonelier... (стихотворение), p. 193
Emily Dickinson. 406. Some — Work for Immortality —... (стихотворение), p. 193
Emily Dickinson. 407. If What we could — were what we would —... (стихотворение), p. 194
Emily Dickinson. 408. Unit, like Death, for Whom?.. (стихотворение), p. 194
Emily Dickinson. 409. They dropped like Flakes —... (стихотворение), p. 194-195
Emily Dickinson. 410. The first Day's Night had come —... (стихотворение), p. 195
Emily Dickinson. 411. The Color of the Grave is Green —... (стихотворение), p. 195-196
Emily Dickinson. 412. I read my sentence — steadily —... (стихотворение), p. 196
Emily Dickinson. 413. I never felt at Home — Below —... (стихотворение), p. 197
Emily Dickinson. 414. ʼTwas like a Maelstrom, with a notch... (стихотворение), p. 197-198
Emily Dickinson. 415. Sunset at Night — is natural —... (стихотворение), p. 198
Emily Dickinson. 416. A Murmur in the Trees — to note —... (стихотворение), p. 198-199
Emily Dickinson. 417. Is it dead — Find it —... (стихотворение), p. 199
Emily Dickinson. 418. Not in this World to see his face —... (стихотворение), p. 199-200
Emily Dickinson. 419. We grow accustomed to the Dark —... (стихотворение), p. 200
Emily Dickinson. 420. You'll know it — as you know 'tis Noon —... (стихотворение), p. 200-201
Emily Dickinson. 421. A Charm invests a face... (стихотворение), p. 201
Emily Dickinson. 422. More Life — went out — when He went... (стихотворение), p. 201-202
Emily Dickinson. 423. The Months have ends — the Years — a knot —... (стихотворение), p. 202
Emily Dickinson. 424. Removed from Accident of Loss... (стихотворение), p. 202-203
Emily Dickinson. 425. Good Morning — Midnight —... (стихотворение), p. 203
Emily Dickinson. 426. It don't sound so terrible — quite — as it did —... (стихотворение), p. 203-204
Emily Dickinson. 427. I'll clutch — and clutch —... (стихотворение), p. 204
Emily Dickinson. 428. Taking up the fair Ideal... (стихотворение), p. 205
Emily Dickinson. 429. The Moon is distant from the Sea —... (стихотворение), p. 205
Emily Dickinson. 430. It would never be Common — more — I said —... (стихотворение), p. 206
Emily Dickinson. 431. Me — come! My dazzled face... (стихотворение), p. 207
Emily Dickinson. 432. Do People moulder equally... (стихотворение), p. 207
Emily Dickinson. 433. Knows how to forget!.. (стихотворение), p. 207-208
Emily Dickinson. 434. To love thee Year by Year —... (стихотворение), p. 208
Emily Dickinson. 435. Much Madness is divinest Sense —... (стихотворение), p. 209
Emily Dickinson. 436. The Wind — tapped like a tired Man —... (стихотворение), p. 209
Emily Dickinson. 437. Prayer is the little implement... (стихотворение), p. 210
Emily Dickinson. 438. Forget! The lady with the Amulet... (стихотворение), p. 210
Emily Dickinson. 439. Undue Significance a starving man attaches... (стихотворение), p. 210-211
Emily Dickinson. 440. ʼTis customary as we part... (стихотворение), p. 211
Emily Dickinson. 441. This is my letter to the World... (стихотворение), p. 211
Emily Dickinson. 442. God made a little Gentian —... (стихотворение), p. 211-212
Emily Dickinson. 443. I tie my Hat — I crease my Shawl —... (стихотворение), p. 212-213
Emily Dickinson. 444. It feels a shame to be Alive —... (стихотворение), p. 213
Emily Dickinson. 445. ʼTwas just this time, last year, I died... (стихотворение), p. 214
Emily Dickinson. 446. I showed her Heights she never saw —... (стихотворение), p. 214-215
Emily Dickinson. 447. Could — I do more — for Thee —... (стихотворение), p. 215
Emily Dickinson. 448. This was a Poet — It is That... (стихотворение), p. 215
Emily Dickinson. 449. I died for Beauty — but was scarce... (стихотворение), p. 216
Emily Dickinson. 450. Dreams — are well — but Waking's better... (стихотворение), p. 216
Emily Dickinson. 451. The Outer — from the Inner... (стихотворение), p. 216-217
Emily Dickinson. 452. The Malay — took the Pearl —... (стихотворение), p. 217
Emily Dickinson. 453. Love — thou art high —... (стихотворение), p. 217-218
Emily Dickinson. 454. It was given to me by the Gods —... (стихотворение), p. 218
Emily Dickinson. 455. Triumph — may be of several kinds —... (стихотворение), p. 219
Emily Dickinson. 456. So well that I can live without —... (стихотворение), p. 219
Emily Dickinson. 457. Sweet — safe — Houses —... (стихотворение), p. 219-220
Emily Dickinson. 458. Like eyes that looked on Wastes —... (стихотворение), p. 220
Emily Dickinson. 459. A Tooth upon Our Peace... (стихотворение), p. 221
Emily Dickinson. 460. I know where Wells grow — Droughtless Wells —... (стихотворение), p. 221
Emily Dickinson. 461. A Wife — at daybreak I shall be —... (стихотворение), p. 222
Emily Dickinson. 462. Why make it doubt — it hurts it so —... (стихотворение), p. 222
Emily Dickinson. 463. I live with Him — I see His face —... (стихотворение), p. 222-223
Emily Dickinson. 464. The power to be true to You... (стихотворение), p. 223
Emily Dickinson. 465. I heard a Fly buzz — when I died —... (стихотворение), p. 223-224
Emily Dickinson. 466. ʼTis little I — could care for Pearls —... (стихотворение), p. 224
Emily Dickinson. 467. We do not play on Graves —... (стихотворение), p. 224-225
Emily Dickinson. 468. The Manner of its Death... (стихотворение), p. 225
Emily Dickinson. 469. The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —... (стихотворение), p. 225
Emily Dickinson. 470. I am alive — I guess —... (стихотворение), p. 225-226
Emily Dickinson. 471. A Night — there lay the Days between —... (стихотворение), p. 226-227
Emily Dickinson. 472. Except the Heaven had come so near —... (стихотворение), p. 227
Emily Dickinson. 473. I am ashamed — I hide... (стихотворение), p. 227-228
Emily Dickinson. 474. They put Us far apart —... (стихотворение), p. 228
Emily Dickinson. 475. Doom is the House without the Door —... (стихотворение), p. 229
Emily Dickinson. 476. I meant to have but modest needs —... (стихотворение), p. 229-230
Emily Dickinson. 477. No Man can compass a Despair —... (стихотворение), p. 230
Emily Dickinson. 478. I had no time to Hate —... (стихотворение), p. 230-231
Emily Dickinson. 479. She dealt her pretty words like Blades —... (стихотворение), p. 231
Emily Dickinson. 480. “Why do I love” You, Sir?.. (стихотворение), p. 231-232
Emily Dickinson. 481. The Himmaleh was known to stoop... (стихотворение), p. 232
Emily Dickinson. 482. We Cover Thee — Sweet Face —... (стихотворение), p. 232
Emily Dickinson. 483. A Solemn thing within the Soul... (стихотворение), p. 232-233
Emily Dickinson. 484. My Garden — like the Beach —... (стихотворение), p. 233
Emily Dickinson. 485. To make One's Toilette — after Death... (стихотворение), p. 233
Emily Dickinson. 486. I was the slightest in the House —... (стихотворение), p. 234
Emily Dickinson. 487. You love the Lord — you cannot see —... (стихотворение), p. 234
Emily Dickinson. 488. Myself was formed — a Carpenter —... (стихотворение), p. 234-235
Emily Dickinson. 489. We pray — to Heaven —... (стихотворение), p. 235
Emily Dickinson. 490. To One denied the drink... (стихотворение), p. 235-236
Emily Dickinson. 491. While it is alive... (стихотворение), p. 236
Emily Dickinson. 492. Civilization — spurns — the Leopard!.. (стихотворение), p. 236
Emily Dickinson. 493. The World — stands — solemner — to me —... (стихотворение), p. 237
Emily Dickinson. 494 (Version I). Going to Him! Happy letter!.. (стихотворение), p. 237-238
Emily Dickinson. 494 (Version II). Going — to — Her!.. (стихотворение), p. 238-239
Emily Dickinson. 495. It's thoughts — and just One Heart —... (стихотворение), p. 239
Emily Dickinson. 496. As far from pity, as complaint —... (стихотворение), p. 240
Emily Dickinson. 497. He strained my faith —... (стихотворение), p. 240
Emily Dickinson. 498. I envy Seas, whereon He rides —... (стихотворение), p. 241
Emily Dickinson. 499. Those fair — fictitious People —... (стихотворение), p. 241-242
Emily Dickinson. 500. Within my Garden, rides a Bird... (стихотворение), p. 242-243
Emily Dickinson. 501. This World is not Conclusion... (стихотворение), p. 243
Emily Dickinson. 502. At least — to pray — is left — is left —... (стихотворение), p. 243-244
Emily Dickinson. 503. Better — than Music! For I — who heard it —... (стихотворение), p. 244
Emily Dickinson. 504. You know that Portrait in the Moon —... (стихотворение), p. 245
Emily Dickinson. 505. I would not paint — a picture —... (стихотворение), p. 245-246
Emily Dickinson. 506. He touched me, so I live to know... (стихотворение), p. 246
Emily Dickinson. 507. She sights a Bird — she chuckles —... (стихотворение), p. 246-247
Emily Dickinson. 508. I'm ceded — I've stopped being Theirs —... (стихотворение), p. 247
Emily Dickinson. 509. If anybody's friend be dead... (стихотворение), p. 247-248
Emily Dickinson. 510. It was not Death, for I stood up... (стихотворение), p. 248-249
Emily Dickinson. 511. If you were coming in the Fall... (стихотворение), p. 249-250
Emily Dickinson. 512. The Soul has Bandaged moments —... (стихотворение), p. 250
Emily Dickinson. 513. Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews... (стихотворение), p. 250-251
Emily Dickinson. 514. Her smile was shaped like other smiles —... (стихотворение), p. 251
Emily Dickinson. 515. No Crowd that has occurred... (стихотворение), p. 251-252
Emily Dickinson. 516. Beauty — be not caused — It Is —... (стихотворение), p. 252
Emily Dickinson. 517. He parts Himself — like Leaves —... (стихотворение), p. 252-253
Emily Dickinson. 518. Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night... (стихотворение), p. 253
Emily Dickinson. 519. ʼTwas warm — at first — like Us —... (стихотворение), p. 253-254
Emily Dickinson. 520. I started Early — Took my Dog —... (стихотворение), p. 254-255
Emily Dickinson. 521. Endow the Living — with the Tears —... (стихотворение), p. 255
Emily Dickinson. 522. Had I presumed to hope —... (стихотворение), p. 255
Emily Dickinson. 523. Sweet — You forgot — but I remembered... (стихотворение), p. 256
Emily Dickinson. 524. Departed — to the Judgment —... (стихотворение), p. 256
Emily Dickinson. 525. I think the Hemlock likes to stand... (стихотворение), p. 256-257
Emily Dickinson. 526. To hear an Oriole sing... (стихотворение), p. 257
Emily Dickinson. 527. To put this World down, like a Bundle —... (стихотворение), p. 257-258
Emily Dickinson. 528. Mine — by the Right of the White Election!.. (стихотворение), p. 258
Emily Dickinson. 529. I'm sorry for the Dead — Today —... (стихотворение), p. 258-259
Emily Dickinson. 530. You cannot put a Fire out —... (стихотворение), p. 259
Emily Dickinson. 531. We dream — it is good we are dreaming —... (стихотворение), p. 259-260
Emily Dickinson. 532. I tried to think a lonelier Thing... (стихотворение), p. 260
Emily Dickinson. 533. Two butterflies went out at Noon —... (стихотворение), p. 260-261
Emily Dickinson. 534. We see — Comparatively —... (стихотворение), p. 261
Emily Dickinson. 535. She's happy, with a new Content —... (стихотворение), p. 261-262
Emily Dickinson. 536. The Heart asks Pleasure — first —... (стихотворение), p. 262
Emily Dickinson. 537. Me prove it now — Whoever doubt... (стихотворение), p. 262
Emily Dickinson. 538. ʼTis true — They shut me in the Cold —... (стихотворение), p. 263
Emily Dickinson. 539. The Province of the Saved... (стихотворение), p. 263
Emily Dickinson. 540. I took my Power in my Hand —... (стихотворение), p. 263-264
Emily Dickinson. 541. Some such Butterfly be seen... (стихотворение), p. 264
Emily Dickinson. 542. I had no Cause to be awake —... (стихотворение), p. 264-265
Emily Dickinson. 543. I fear a Man of frugal Speech —... (стихотворение), p. 265
Emily Dickinson. 544. The Martyr Poets — did not tell —..., p. 265
Emily Dickinson. 545. ʼTis One by One — the Father counts —... (стихотворение), p. 265-266
Emily Dickinson. 546. To fill a Gap... (стихотворение), p. 266
Emily Dickinson. 547. I've seen a Dying Eye... (стихотворение), p. 266
Emily Dickinson. 548. Death is potential to that Man... (стихотворение), p. 266-267
Emily Dickinson. 549. That I did always love... (стихотворение), p. 267
Emily Dickinson. 550. I cross till I am weary... (стихотворение), p. 267-268
Emily Dickinson. 551. There is a Shame of Nobleness —... (стихотворение), p. 268
Emily Dickinson. 552. An ignorance a Sunset... (стихотворение), p. 268-269
Emily Dickinson. 553. One Crucifixion is recorded — only —... (стихотворение), p. 269
Emily Dickinson. 554. The Black Berry — wears a Thorn in his side —... (стихотворение), p. 269-270
Emily Dickinson. 555. Trust in the Unexpected —... (стихотворение), p. 270
Emily Dickinson. 556. The Brain, within its Groove... (стихотворение), p. 270-271
Emily Dickinson. 557. She hideth Her the last —... (стихотворение), p. 271
Emily Dickinson. 558. But little Carmine hath her face —... (стихотворение), p. 271
Emily Dickinson. 559. It knew no Medicine —... (стихотворение), p. 271-272
Emily Dickinson. 560. It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation —... (стихотворение), p. 272
Emily Dickinson. 561. I measure every Grief I meet... (стихотворение), p. 272-273
Emily Dickinson. 562. Conjecturing a Climate... (стихотворение), p. 273-274
Emily Dickinson. 563. I could not prove the Years had feet —... (стихотворение), p. 274
Emily Dickinson. 564. My period had come for Prayer —... (стихотворение), p. 274-275
Emily Dickinson. 565. One Anguish — in a Crowd —... (стихотворение), p. 275
Emily Dickinson. 566. A Dying Tiger — moaned for Drink —... (стихотворение), p. 275-276
Emily Dickinson. 567. He gave away his Life —... (стихотворение), p. 276
Emily Dickinson. 568. We learned the Whole of Love —... (стихотворение), p. 276-277
Emily Dickinson. 569. I reckon — when I count it all —... (стихотворение), p. 277
Emily Dickinson. 570. I could die — to know —... (стихотворение), p. 277-278
Emily Dickinson. 571. Must be a Woe —... (стихотворение), p. 278
Emily Dickinson. 572. Delight — becomes pictorial —... (стихотворение), p. 278-279
Emily Dickinson. 573. The Test of Love — is Death —... (стихотворение), p. 279
Emily Dickinson. 574. My first well Day — since many ill —... (стихотворение), p. 279-280
Emily Dickinson. 575. “Heaven” has different Signs — to me —... (стихотворение), p. 280-281
Emily Dickinson. 576. I prayed, at first, a little Girl... (стихотворение), p. 281
Emily Dickinson. 577. If I may have it, when it's dead... (стихотворение), p. 281-282
Emily Dickinson. 578. The Body grows without —... (стихотворение), p. 282
Emily Dickinson. 579. I had been hungry, all the Years —... (стихотворение), p. 283
Emily Dickinson. 580. I gave myself to Him —... (стихотворение), p. 283-284
Emily Dickinson. 581. I found the words to every thought... (стихотворение), p. 284
Emily Dickinson. 582. Inconceivably solemn!.. (стихотворение), p. 284-285
Emily Dickinson. 583. A Toad, can die of Light —... (стихотворение), p. 285
Emily Dickinson. 584. It ceased to hurt me, though so slow... (стихотворение), p. 285
Emily Dickinson. 585. I like to see it lap the Miles —... (стихотворение), p. 286
Emily Dickinson. 586. We talked as Girls do —... (стихотворение), p. 286-287
Emily Dickinson. 587. Empty my Heart, of Thee —... (стихотворение), p. 287
Emily Dickinson. 588. I cried at Pity — not at Pain —... (стихотворение), p. 287-288
Emily Dickinson. 589. The Night was wide, and furnished scant... (стихотворение), p. 288-289
Emily Dickinson. 590. Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth —... (стихотворение), p. 289
Emily Dickinson. 591. To interrupt His Yellow Plan... (стихотворение), p. 289-290
Emily Dickinson. 592. What care the Dead, for Chanticleer —... (стихотворение), p. 290
Emily Dickinson. 593. I think I was enchanted... (стихотворение), p. 291
Emily Dickinson. 594. The Battle fought between the Soul... (стихотворение), p. 292
Emily Dickinson. 595. Like Mighty Foot Lights — burned the Red... (стихотворение), p. 292
Emily Dickinson. 596. When I was small, a Woman died —... (стихотворение), p. 292-293
Emily Dickinson. 597. It always felt to me — a wrong... (стихотворение), p. 293-294
Emily Dickinson. 598. Three times — we parted — Breath — and I —... (стихотворение), p. 294
Emily Dickinson. 599. There is a pain — so utter —... (стихотворение), p. 294
Emily Dickinson. 600. It troubled me as once I was —... (стихотворение), p. 295
Emily Dickinson. 601. A still — Volcano — Life —... (стихотворение), p. 295
Emily Dickinson. 602. Of Brussels — it was not —... (стихотворение), p. 296
Emily Dickinson. 603. He found my Being — set it up —... (стихотворение), p. 296
Emily Dickinson. 604. Unto my Books — so good to turn —... (стихотворение), p. 296-297
Emily Dickinson. 605. The Spider holds a Silver Ball... (стихотворение), p. 297
Emily Dickinson. 606. The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung —... (стихотворение), p. 297-298
Emily Dickinson. 607. Of nearness to her sundered Things... (стихотворение), p. 298-299
Emily Dickinson. 608. Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?.. (стихотворение), p. 299
Emily Dickinson. 609. I Years had been from Home... (стихотворение), p. 299-300
Emily Dickinson. 610. You'll find — it when you try to die —... (стихотворение), p. 300-301
Emily Dickinson. 611. I see thee better — in the Dark —... (стихотворение), p. 301
Emily Dickinson. 612. It would have starved a Gnat —... (стихотворение), p. 301-302
Emily Dickinson. 613. They shut me up in Prose —... (стихотворение), p. 302
Emily Dickinson. 614. In falling Timbers buried —... (стихотворение), p. 302-303
Emily Dickinson. 615. Our journey had advanced —... (стихотворение), p. 303
Emily Dickinson. 616. I rose — because He sank —... (стихотворение), p. 303-304
Emily Dickinson. 617. Don't put up my Thread and Needle —... (стихотворение), p. 304
Emily Dickinson. 618. At leisure is the Soul... (стихотворение), p. 305
Emily Dickinson. 619. Glee — The great storm is over —... (стихотворение), p. 305
Emily Dickinson. 620. It makes no difference abroad —... (стихотворение), p. 305-306
Emily Dickinson. 621. I asked no other thing —... (стихотворение), p. 306
Emily Dickinson. 622. To know just how He suffered — would be dear —... (стихотворение), p. 306-307
Emily Dickinson. 623. It was too late for Man —... (стихотворение), p. 307
Emily Dickinson. 624. Forever — is composed of Nows —... (стихотворение), p. 307-308
Emily Dickinson. 625. ʼTwas a long Parting — but the time... (стихотворение), p. 308
Emily Dickinson. 626. Only God — detect the Sorrow —... (стихотворение), p. 308-309
Emily Dickinson. 627. The Tint I cannot take — is best —... (стихотворение), p. 309
Emily Dickinson. 628. They called me to the Window, for... (стихотворение), p. 310
Emily Dickinson. 629. I watched the Moon around the House... (стихотворение), p. 310-311
Emily Dickinson. 630. The Lightning playeth — all the while —... (стихотворение), p. 311-312
Emily Dickinson. 631. Ourselves were wed one summer — dear —... (стихотворение), p. 312
Emily Dickinson. 632. The Brain — is wider than the Sky —... (стихотворение), p. 312-313
Emily Dickinson. 633. When Bells stop ringing — Church — begins —... (стихотворение), p. 313
Emily Dickinson. 634. You'll know Her — by Her Foot —... (стихотворение), p. 313-314
Emily Dickinson. 635. I think the longest Hour of all... (стихотворение), p. 314
Emily Dickinson. 636. The Way I read a Letter's — this —... (стихотворение), p. 314-315
Emily Dickinson. 637. The Child's faith is new —... (стихотворение), p. 315-316
Emily Dickinson. 638. To my small Hearth His fire came... (стихотворение), p. 316
Emily Dickinson. 639. My Portion is Defeat — today —... (стихотворение), p. 316
Emily Dickinson. 640. I cannot live with You —... (стихотворение), p. 317-318
Emily Dickinson. 641. Size circumscribes — it has no room... (стихотворение), p. 318
Emily Dickinson. 642. Me from Myself — to banish —... (стихотворение), p. 318-319
Emily Dickinson. 643. I cou. d suffice for Him, I knew —... (стихотворение), p. 319
Emily Dickinson. 644. You left me — Sire — two Legacies —... (стихотворение), p. 319-320
Emily Dickinson. 645. Bereavement in their death to feel... (стихотворение), p. 320
Emily Dickinson. 646. I think to Live — may be a Bliss... (стихотворение), p. 320-321
Emily Dickinson. 647. A little Road — not made of Man —... (стихотворение), p. 321
Emily Dickinson. 648. Promise This — When You be Dying —... (стихотворение), p. 321-322
Emily Dickinson. 649. Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead... (стихотворение), p. 322-323
Emily Dickinson. 650. Pain — has an Element of Blank —... (стихотворение), p. 323-324
Emily Dickinson. 651. So much Summer... (стихотворение), p. 324
Emily Dickinson. 652. A Prison gets to be a friend —... (стихотворение), p. 324-325
Emily Dickinson. 653. Of Being is a Bird... (стихотворение), p. 325
Emily Dickinson. 654. A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep —... (стихотворение), p. 326
Emily Dickinson. 655. Without this — there is nought —... (стихотворение), p. 326
Emily Dickinson. 656. The name — of it — is “Autumn”... (стихотворение), p. 326-327
Emily Dickinson. 657. I dwell in Possibility —... (стихотворение), p. 327
Emily Dickinson. 658. Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red —... (стихотворение), p. 327
Emily Dickinson. 659. That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet... (стихотворение), p. 327-328
Emily Dickinson. 660. ʼTis good — the looking back on Grief —... (стихотворение), p. 328
Emily Dickinson. 661. Could I but ride indefinite... (стихотворение), p. 328-329
Emily Dickinson. 662. Embarrassment of one another... (стихотворение), p. 329
Emily Dickinson. 663. Again — his voice is at the door —... (стихотворение), p. 329-330
Emily Dickinson. 664. Of all the Souls that stand create —... (стихотворение), p. 330
Emily Dickinson. 665. Dropped into the Ether Acre —... (стихотворение), p. 330-331
Emily Dickinson. 666. Ah Teneriffe!.. (стихотворение), p. 331
Emily Dickinson. 667. Bloom upon the Mountain — stated —... (стихотворение), p. 331-332
Emily Dickinson. 668. “Nature” is what we see —... (стихотворение), p. 332
Emily Dickinson. 669. No Romance sold unto... (стихотворение), p. 332
Emily Dickinson. 670. One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —... (стихотворение), p. 333
Emily Dickinson. 671. She dwelleth in the Ground —... (стихотворение), p. 333
Emily Dickinson. 672. The Future — never spoke —... (стихотворение), p. 334
Emily Dickinson. 673. The Love a Life can show Below... (стихотворение), p. 334
Emily Dickinson. 674. The Soul that hath a Guest... (стихотворение), p. 335
Emily Dickinson. 675 . Essential Oils — are wrung —... (стихотворение), p. 335
Emily Dickinson. 676. Least Bee that brew —... (стихотворение), p. 335
Emily Dickinson. 677. To be alive — is Power —... (стихотворение), p. 335-336
Emily Dickinson. 678. Wolfe demanded during dying... (стихотворение), p. 336
Emily Dickinson. 679. Conscious am I in my Chamber... (стихотворение), p. 336-337
Emily Dickinson. 680. Each Life Converges to some Centre —... (стихотворение), p. 337
Emily Dickinson. 681. Soil of Flint, if steady tilled —... (стихотворение), p. 337
Emily Dickinson. 682. ʼTwould ease — a Butterfly —... (стихотворение), p. 338
Emily Dickinson. 683. The Soul unto itself... (стихотворение), p. 338
Emily Dickinson. 684. Best Gains — must have the Losses' Test —... (стихотворение), p. 338
Emily Dickinson. 685. Not Revelation — 'tis — that waits... (стихотворение), p. 339
Emily Dickinson. 686. They say that “Time assuages” —... (стихотворение), p. 339
Emily Dickinson. 687. I'll send the feather from my Hat!.. (стихотворение), p. 339
Emily Dickinson. 688. “Speech” — is a prank of Parliament —... (стихотворение), p. 339
Emily Dickinson. 689. The Zeroes — taught us — Phosphorous —... (стихотворение), p. 340
Emily Dickinson. 690. Victory comes late —... (стихотворение), p. 340
Emily Dickinson. 691. Would you like summer? Taste of ours... (стихотворение), p. 340-341
Emily Dickinson. 692. The Sun kept setting — setting — still... (стихотворение), p. 341
Emily Dickinson. 693. Shells from the Coast mistaking —... (стихотворение), p. 341
Emily Dickinson. 694. The Heaven vests for Each... (стихотворение), p. 342
Emily Dickinson. 695. As if the Sea should part... (стихотворение), p. 342
Emily Dickinson. 696. Their Height in Heaven comforts not —... (стихотворение), p. 342-343
Emily Dickinson. 697. I could bring You Jewels — had I a mind to —... (стихотворение), p. 343
Emily Dickinson. 698. Life — is what we make of it —... (стихотворение), p. 343-344
Emily Dickinson. 699. The Judge is like the Owl —... (стихотворение), p. 344
Emily Dickinson. 700. You've seen Balloons set — Haven't You?.. (стихотворение), p. 344-345
Emily Dickinson. 701. A Thought went up my mind today —... (стихотворение), p. 345
Emily Dickinson. 702. A first Mute Coming —... (стихотворение), p. 346
Emily Dickinson. 703. Out of sight? What of that?.. (стихотворение), p. 346
Emily Dickinson. 704. No matter — now — Sweet —... (стихотворение), p. 346-347
Emily Dickinson. 705. Suspense — is Hostiler than Death —... (стихотворение), p. 347
Emily Dickinson. 706. Life, and Death, and Giants —... (стихотворение), p. 347
Emily Dickinson. 707. The Grace — Myself — might not obtain —... (стихотворение), p. 347-348
Emily Dickinson. 708. I sometimes drop it, for a Quick —... (стихотворение), p. 348
Emily Dickinson. 709. Publication — is the Auction... (стихотворение), p. 348-349
Emily Dickinson. 710. The Sunrise runs for Both —... (стихотворение), p. 349
Emily Dickinson. 711. Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds... (стихотворение), p. 349-350
Emily Dickinson. 712. Because I could not stop for Death —... (стихотворение), p. 350
Emily Dickinson. 713. Fame of Myself, to justify... (стихотворение), p. 350-351
Emily Dickinson. 714. Rest at Night... (стихотворение), p. 351
Emily Dickinson. 715. The World — feels Dusty... (стихотворение), p. 351
Emily Dickinson. 716. The Day undressed — Herself —... (стихотворение), p. 351-352
Emily Dickinson. 717. The Beggar Lad — dies early —... (стихотворение), p. 352
Emily Dickinson. 718. I meant to find Her when I came —... (стихотворение), p. 353
Emily Dickinson. 719. A South Wind — has a pathos... (стихотворение), p. 353
Emily Dickinson. 720. No Prisoner be —... (стихотворение), p. 353
Emily Dickinson. 721. Behind Me — dips Eternity —... (стихотворение), p. 353-354
Emily Dickinson. 722. Sweet Mountains — Ye tell Me no lie —... (стихотворение), p. 354
Emily Dickinson. 723. It tossed — and tossed —... (стихотворение), p. 354-355
Emily Dickinson. 724. It's easy to invent a Life —... (стихотворение), p. 355
Emily Dickinson. 725. Where Thou art — that — is Home —... (стихотворение), p. 355-356
Emily Dickinson. 726. We thirst at first — 'tis Nature's Act —... (стихотворение), p. 356
Emily Dickinson. 727. Precious to Me — She still shall be —... (стихотворение), p. 356-357
Emily Dickinson. 728. Let Us play Yesterday —... (стихотворение), p. 357-358
Emily Dickinson. 729. Alter! When the Hills do... (стихотворение), p. 358
Emily Dickinson. 730. Defrauded I a Butterfly —... (стихотворение), p. 358
Emily Dickinson. 731. “I want” — it pleaded — All its life —... (стихотворение), p. 358
Emily Dickinson. 732. She rose to His Requirement — dropt... (стихотворение), p. 359
Emily Dickinson. 733. The Spirit is the Conscious Ear... (стихотворение), p. 359
Emily Dickinson. 734. If He were living — dare I ask —... (стихотворение), p. 359-360
Emily Dickinson. 735. Upon Concluded Lives... (стихотворение), p. 360
Emily Dickinson. 736. Have any like Myself... (стихотворение), p. 360-361
Emily Dickinson. 737. The Moon was but a Chin of Gold... (стихотворение), p. 361-362
Emily Dickinson. 738. You said that I “was Great” — one Day —... (стихотворение), p. 362
Emily Dickinson. 739. I many times thought Peace had come... (стихотворение), p. 362
Emily Dickinson. 740. You taught me Waiting with Myself —... (стихотворение), p. 363
Emily Dickinson. 741. Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day... (стихотворение), p. 363
Emily Dickinson. 742. Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre —... (стихотворение), p. 364
Emily Dickinson. 743. The Birds reported from the South —... (стихотворение), p. 364-365
Emily Dickinson. 744. Remorse — is Memory — awake —... (стихотворение), p. 365
Emily Dickinson. 745. Renunciation — is a piercing Virtue —... (стихотворение), p. 365-366
Emily Dickinson. 746. Never for Society... (стихотворение), p. 366
Emily Dickinson. 747. It dropped so low — in my Regard —... (стихотворение), p. 366
Emily Dickinson. 748. Autumn — overlooked my Knitting —... (стихотворение), p. 367
Emily Dickinson. 749. All but Death, can be Adjusted —... (стихотворение), p. 367
Emily Dickinson. 750. Growth of Man — like Growth of Nature —... (стихотворение), p. 367-368
Emily Dickinson. 751. My Worthiness is all my Doubt —... (стихотворение), p. 368
Emily Dickinson. 752. So the Eyes accost — and sunder —... (стихотворение), p. 368
Emily Dickinson. 753. My Soul — accused me — And I quailed —... (стихотворение), p. 369
Emily Dickinson. 754. My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —... (стихотворение), p. 369-370
Emily Dickinson. 755. No Bobolink — reverse His Singing... (стихотворение), p. 370
Emily Dickinson. 756. One Blessing had I than the rest... (стихотворение), p. 370-371
Emily Dickinson. 757. The Mountains — grow unnoticed —... (стихотворение), p. 371
Emily Dickinson. 758. These — saw Visions —... (стихотворение), p. 371
Emily Dickinson. 759. He fought like those Who've nought to lose —... (стихотворение), p. 372
Emily Dickinson. 760. Most she touched me by her muteness —... (стихотворение), p. 372-373
Emily Dickinson. 761. From Blank to Blank —... (стихотворение), p. 373
Emily Dickinson. 762. The Whole of it came not at once —... (стихотворение), p. 373
Emily Dickinson. 763. He told a homely tale... (стихотворение), p. 373-374
Emily Dickinson. 764. Presentiment — is that long Shadow — on the Lawn —... (стихотворение), p. 374
Emily Dickinson. 765. You constituted Time —... (стихотворение), p. 374
Emily Dickinson. 766. My Faith is larger than the Hills —... (стихотворение), p. 375
Emily Dickinson. 767. To offer brave assistance... (стихотворение), p. 375
Emily Dickinson. 768. When I hoped, I recollect... (стихотворение), p. 375-376
Emily Dickinson. 769. One and One — are One —... (стихотворение), p. 376
Emily Dickinson. 770. I lived on Dread —... (стихотворение), p. 376-377
Emily Dickinson. 771. None can experience stint... (стихотворение), p. 377
Emily Dickinson. 772. The hallowing of Pain... (стихотворение), p. 377
Emily Dickinson. 773. Deprived of other Banquet... (стихотворение), p. 377-378
Emily Dickinson. 774. It is a lonesome Glee —... (стихотворение), p. 378
Emily Dickinson. 775. If Blame be my side — forfeit Me —... (стихотворение), p. 378
Emily Dickinson. 776. Purple — / The Color of a Queen, is this —... (стихотворение), p. 378-379
Emily Dickinson. 777. The Loneliness One dare not sound —... (стихотворение), p. 379
Emily Dickinson. 778. This that would greet — an hour ago —... (стихотворение), p. 379-380
Emily Dickinson. 779. The Service without Hope —... (стихотворение), p. 380
Emily Dickinson. 780. The Truth — is stirless —... (стихотворение), p. 380
Emily Dickinson. 781. To wait an Hour — is long —... (стихотворение), p. 380-381
Emily Dickinson. 782. There is an arid Pleasure —... (стихотворение), p. 381
Emily Dickinson. 783. The Birds begun at Four o'clock—... (стихотворение), p. 381-382
Emily Dickinson. 784. Bereaved of all, I went abroad —... (стихотворение), p. 382
Emily Dickinson. 785. They have a little Odor — that to me... (стихотворение), p. 382
Emily Dickinson. 786. Severer Service of myself... (стихотворение), p. 383
Emily Dickinson. 787. Such is the Force of Happiness —... (стихотворение), p. 383-384
Emily Dickinson. 788. Joy to have merited the Pain —... (стихотворение), p. 384
Emily Dickinson. 789. On a Columnar Self —... (стихотворение), p. 384-385
Emily Dickinson. 790. Nature — the Gentlest Mother is... (стихотворение), p. 385-386
Emily Dickinson. 791. God gave a Loaf to every Bird —... (стихотворение), p. 386
Emily Dickinson. 792. Through the strait pass of suffering —... (стихотворение), p. 386-387
Emily Dickinson. 793. Grief is a Mouse —... (стихотворение), p. 387
Emily Dickinson. 794. A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree —... (стихотворение), p. 387-388
Emily Dickinson. 795. Her final Summer was it —... (стихотворение), p. 388
Emily Dickinson. 796. Who Giants know, with lesser Men... (стихотворение), p. 388-389
Emily Dickinson. 797. By my Window have I for Scenery... (стихотворение), p. 389
Emily Dickinson. 798. She staked her Feathers — Gained an Arc... (стихотворение), p. 389-390
Emily Dickinson. 799. Despair's advantage is achieved... (стихотворение), p. 390
Emily Dickinson. 800. Two — were immortal twice —... (стихотворение), p. 390
Emily Dickinson. 801. I play at Riches — to appease... (стихотворение), p. 391
Emily Dickinson. 802. Time feels so vast that were it not... (стихотворение), p. 391-392
Emily Dickinson. 803. Who Court obtain within Himself... (стихотворение), p. 392
Emily Dickinson. 804. No Notice gave She, but a Change —... (стихотворение), p. 392-393
Emily Dickinson. 805. This Bauble was preferred of Bees —... (стихотворение), p. 393
Emily Dickinson. 806. A Plated Life — diversified... (стихотворение), p. 393
Emily Dickinson. 807. Expectation — is Contentment —... (стихотворение), p. 393-394
Emily Dickinson. 808. So set its Sun in Thee... (стихотворение), p. 394
Emily Dickinson. 809. Unable are the Loved to die... (стихотворение), p. 394
Emily Dickinson. 810. Her Grace is all she has —... (стихотворение), p. 394
Emily Dickinson. 811. The Veins of other Flowers... (стихотворение), p. 394-395
Emily Dickinson. 812. A Light exists in Spring... (стихотворение), p. 395
Emily Dickinson. 813. This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies... (стихотворение), p. 395-396
Emily Dickinson. 814. One Day is there of the Series... (стихотворение), p. 396
Emily Dickinson. 815. The Luxury to apprehend... (стихотворение), p. 396-397
Emily Dickinson. 816. A Death blow is a Life blow to Some... (стихотворение), p. 397
Emily Dickinson. 817. Given in Marriage unto Thee... (стихотворение), p. 397
Emily Dickinson. 818. I could not drink it, Sweet... (стихотворение), p. 397
Emily Dickinson. 819. All I may, if small... (стихотворение), p. 398
Emily Dickinson. 820. All Circumstances are the Frame... (стихотворение), p. 398
Emily Dickinson. 821. Away from Home are some and I —... (стихотворение), p. 398
Emily Dickinson. 822. This Consciousness that is aware... (стихотворение), p. 399
Emily Dickinson. 823. Not that We did, shall be the test... (стихотворение), p. 399
Emily Dickinson. 824 (first version). The Wind begun to knead the Grass —... (стихотворение), p. 399-400
Emily Dickinson. 824 (second version). The Wind begun to rock the Grass —... (стихотворение), p. 400-401
Emily Dickinson. 825. An Hour is a Sea... (стихотворение), p. 401
Emily Dickinson. 826. Love reckons by itself — alone —... (стихотворение), p. 401
Emily Dickinson. 827. The Only News I know... (стихотворение), p. 401
Emily Dickinson. 828. The Robin is the One... (стихотворение), p. 402
Emily Dickinson. 829. Ample make this Bed —... (стихотворение), p. 402
Emily Dickinson. 830. To this World she returned... (стихотворение), p. 402-403
Emily Dickinson. 831. Dying! To be afraid of thee... (стихотворение), p. 403
Emily Dickinson. 832. Soto! Explore thyself!.. (стихотворение), p. 403
Emily Dickinson. 833. Perhaps you think me stooping... (стихотворение), p. 403
Emily Dickinson. 834. Before He comes we weigh the Time!.. (стихотворение), p. 404
Emily Dickinson. 835. Nature and God — I neither knew... (стихотворение), p. 404
Emily Dickinson. 836. Truth — is as old as God —... (стихотворение), p. 404
Emily Dickinson. 837. How well I knew Her not... (стихотворение), p. 404
Emily Dickinson. 838. Impossibility, like Wine... (стихотворение), p. 405
Emily Dickinson. 839. Always Mine!.. (стихотворение), p. 405
Emily Dickinson. 840. I cannot buy it — 'tis not sold —... (стихотворение), p. 405-406
Emily Dickinson. 841. A Moth the hue of this... (стихотворение), p. 406
Emily Dickinson. 842. Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!.. (стихотворение), p. 406
Emily Dickinson. 843. I made slow Riches but my Gain... (стихотворение), p. 406
Emily Dickinson. 844. Spring is the Period... (стихотворение), p. 407
Emily Dickinson. 845. Be Mine the Doom —... (стихотворение), p. 407
Emily Dickinson. 846. Twice had Summer her fair Verdure... (стихотворение), p. 407
Emily Dickinson. 847. Finite — to fail, but infinite to Venture —... (стихотворение), p. 407
Emily Dickinson. 848. Just as He spoke it from his Hands... (стихотворение), p. 408
Emily Dickinson. 849. The good Will of a Flower... (стихотворение), p. 408
Emily Dickinson. 850. I sing to use the Waiting... (стихотворение), p. 408
Emily Dickinson. 851. When the Astronomer stops seeking... (стихотворение), p. 408-409
Emily Dickinson. 852. Apology for Her... (стихотворение), p. 409
Emily Dickinson. 853. When One has given up One's life... (стихотворение), p. 409
Emily Dickinson. 854. Banish Air from Air —... (стихотворение), p. 409-410
Emily Dickinson. 855. To own the Art within the Soul... (стихотворение), p. 410
Emily Dickinson. 856. There is a finished feeling... (стихотворение), p. 410
Emily Dickinson. 857. Uncertain lease — develops lustre... (стихотворение), p. 410-411
Emily Dickinson. 858. This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life... (стихотворение), p. 411
Emily Dickinson. 859. A doubt if it be Us... (стихотворение), p. 411-412
Emily Dickinson. 860. Absence disembodies — so does Death... (стихотворение), p. 412
Emily Dickinson. 861. Split the Lark — and you'll find the Music —... (стихотворение), p. 412
Emily Dickinson. 862. Light is sufficient to itself —... (стихотворение), p. 412
Emily Dickinson. 863. That Distance was between Us... (стихотворение), p. 413
Emily Dickinson. 864. The Robin for the Crumb... (стихотворение), p. 413
Emily Dickinson. 865. He outstripped Time with but a Bout... (стихотворение), p. 413
Emily Dickinson. 866. Fame is the tint that Scholars leave... (стихотворение), p. 413
Emily Dickinson. 867. Escaping backward to perceive... (стихотворение), p. 413-414
Emily Dickinson. 868. They ask but our Delight —... (стихотворение), p. 414
Emily Dickinson. 869. Because the Bee may blameless hum... (стихотворение), p. 414
Emily Dickinson. 870. Finding is the first Act... (стихотворение), p. 414-415
Emily Dickinson. 871. The Sun and Moon must make their haste —... (стихотворение), p. 415
Emily Dickinson. 872. As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies... (стихотворение), p. 415-416
Emily Dickinson. 873. Ribbons of the Year —... (стихотворение), p. 416
Emily Dickinson. 874. They won't frown always — some sweet Day... (стихотворение), p. 416
Emily Dickinson. 875. I stepped from Plank to Plank... (стихотворение), p. 416-417
Emily Dickinson. 876. It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone... (стихотворение), p. 417
Emily Dickinson. 877. Each Scar I'll keep for Him... (стихотворение), p. 417
Emily Dickinson. 878. The Sun is gay or stark... (стихотворение), p. 417-418
Emily Dickinson. 879. Each Second is the last... (стихотворение), p. 418
Emily Dickinson. 880. The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb... (стихотворение), p. 418
Emily Dickinson. 881. I've none to tell me to but Thee... (стихотворение), p. 418-419
Emily Dickinson. 882. A Shade upon the mind there passes... (стихотворение), p. 419
Emily Dickinson. 883. The Poets light but Lamps —... (стихотворение), p. 419
Emily Dickinson. 884. An Everywhere of Silver... (стихотворение), p. 419-420
Emily Dickinson. 885. Our little Kinsmen — after Rain... (стихотворение), p. 420
Emily Dickinson. 886. These tested Our Horizon —... (стихотворение), p. 420
Emily Dickinson. 887. We outgrow love, like other things... (стихотворение), p. 420-421
Emily Dickinson. 888. When I have seen the Sun emerge... (стихотворение), p. 421
Emily Dickinson. 889. Crisis is a Hair... (стихотворение), p. 421
Emily Dickinson. 890. From Us She wandered now a Year... (стихотворение), p. 422
Emily Dickinson. 891. To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred —... (стихотворение), p. 422
Emily Dickinson. 892. Who occupies this House?.. (стихотворение), p. 422-423
Emily Dickinson. 893. Drab Habitation of Whom?.. (стихотворение), p. 423
Emily Dickinson. 894. Of Consciousness, her awful Mate... (стихотворение), p. 423-424
Emily Dickinson. 895. A Cloud withdrew from the Sky... (стихотворение), p. 424
Emily Dickinson. 896. Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe... (стихотворение), p. 424
Emily Dickinson. 897. How fortunate the Grave —... (стихотворение), p. 425
Emily Dickinson. 898. How happy I was if I could forget... (стихотворение), p. 425
Emily Dickinson. 899. Herein a Blossom lies —... (стихотворение), p. 425
Emily Dickinson. 900. What did They do since I saw Them?.. (стихотворение), p. 425-426
Emily Dickinson. 901. Sweet, to have had them lost... (стихотворение), p. 426
Emily Dickinson. 902. The first Day that I was a Life... (стихотворение), p. 426-427
Emily Dickinson. 903. I hide myself within my flower... (стихотворение), p. 427
Emily Dickinson. 904. Had I not This, or This, I said... (стихотворение), p. 427
Emily Dickinson. 905. Between My Country — and the Others —... (стихотворение), p. 427-428
Emily Dickinson. 906. The Admirations — and Contempts — of time —... (стихотворение), p. 428
Emily Dickinson. 907. Till Death — is narrow Loving —... (стихотворение), p. 428-429
Emily Dickinson. 908. ʼTis Sunrise — Little Maid — Hast Thou... (стихотворение), p. 429
Emily Dickinson. 909. I make His Crescent fill or lack —... (стихотворение), p. 429
Emily Dickinson. 910. Experience is the Angled Road... (стихотворение), p. 430
Emily Dickinson. 911. Too little way the House must lie... (стихотворение), p. 430
Emily Dickinson. 912. Peace is a fiction of our Faith —... (стихотворение), p. 430
Emily Dickinson. 913. And this of all my Hopes... (стихотворение), p. 430-431
Emily Dickinson. 914. I cannot be ashamed... (стихотворение), p. 431
Emily Dickinson. 915. Faith — is the Pierless Bridge... (стихотворение), p. 431
Emily Dickinson. 916. His Feet are shod with Gauze —... (стихотворение), p. 432
Emily Dickinson. 917. Love — is anterior to Life —... (стихотворение), p. 432
Emily Dickinson. 918. Only a Shrine, but Mine —... (стихотворение), p. 432
Emily Dickinson. 919. If I can stop one Heart from breaking... (стихотворение), p. 433
Emily Dickinson. 920. We can but follow to the Sun —... (стихотворение), p. 433
Emily Dickinson. 921. If it had no pencil... (стихотворение), p. 433
Emily Dickinson. 922. Those who have been in the Grave the longest —... (стихотворение), p. 433-434
Emily Dickinson. 923. How the Waters closed above Him... (стихотворение), p. 434
Emily Dickinson. 924. Love — is that later Thing than Death —... (стихотворение), p. 434
Emily Dickinson. 925. Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning —... (стихотворение), p. 435
Emily Dickinson. 926. Patience — has a quiet Outer —... (стихотворение), p. 435-436
Emily Dickinson. 927. Absent Place — an April Day —... (стихотворение), p. 436
Emily Dickinson. 928. The Heart has narrow Banks... (стихотворение), p. 436
Emily Dickinson. 929. How far is it to Heaven?.. (стихотворение), p. 436-437
Emily Dickinson. 930. There is a June when Corn is cut... (стихотворение), p. 437
Emily Dickinson. 931. Noon — is the Hinge of Day —... (стихотворение), p. 437
Emily Dickinson. 932. My best Acquaintances are those... (стихотворение), p. 437-438
Emily Dickinson. 933. Two Travellers perishing in Snow... (стихотворение), p. 438
Emily Dickinson. 934. That is solemn we have ended... (стихотворение), p. 438-439
Emily Dickinson. 935. Death leaves Us homesick, who behind... (стихотворение), p. 439
Emily Dickinson. 936. This Dust, and its Feature —... (стихотворение), p. 439
Emily Dickinson. 937. I felt a Cleaving in my Mind —... (стихотворение), p. 439-440
Emily Dickinson. 938. Fairer through Fading — as the Day... (стихотворение), p. 440
Emily Dickinson. 939. What I see not, I better see —... (стихотворение), p. 440
Emily Dickinson. 940. On that dear Frame the Years had worn... (стихотворение), p. 440-441
Emily Dickinson. 941. The Lady feeds Her little Bird... (стихотворение), p. 441
Emily Dickinson. 942. Snow beneath whose chilly softness... (стихотворение), p. 441
Emily Dickinson. 943. A Coffin — is a small Domain... (стихотворение), p. 441-442
Emily Dickinson. 944. I learned — at least — what Home could be —... (стихотворение), p. 442-443
Emily Dickinson. 945. This is a Blossom of the Brain —... (стихотворение), p. 443
Emily Dickinson. 946. It is an honorable Thought... (стихотворение), p. 443-444
Emily Dickinson. 947. Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?.. (стихотворение), p. 444
Emily Dickinson. 948. ʼTwas Crisis — All the length had passed —... (стихотворение), p. 444
Emily Dickinson. 949. Under the Light, yet under... (стихотворение), p. 445
Emily Dickinson. 950. The Sunset stopped on Cottages... (стихотворение), p. 445
Emily Dickinson. 951. As Frost is best conceived... (стихотворение), p. 445-446
Emily Dickinson. 952. A Man may make a Remark —... (стихотворение), p. 446
Emily Dickinson. 953. A Door just opened on a street —... (стихотворение), p. 446
Emily Dickinson. 954. The Chemical conviction... (стихотворение), p. 446-447
Emily Dickinson. 955. The Hollows round His eager Eyes... (стихотворение), p. 447
Emily Dickinson. 956. What shall I do when the Summer troubles —... (стихотворение), p. 447-448
Emily Dickinson. 957. As One does Sickness over... (стихотворение), p. 448
Emily Dickinson. 958. We met as Sparks — Diverging Flints... (стихотворение), p. 448
Emily Dickinson. 959. A loss of something ever felt I —... (стихотворение), p. 448-449
Emily Dickinson. 960. As plan for Noon and plan for Night... (стихотворение), p. 449
Emily Dickinson. 961. Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee... (стихотворение), p. 449-450
Emily Dickinson. 962. Midsummer, was it, when They died —... (стихотворение), p. 450
Emily Dickinson. 963. A nearness to Tremendousness —... (стихотворение), p. 450
Emily Dickinson. 964. “Unto Me?” I do not know you —... (стихотворение), p. 451
Emily Dickinson. 965. Denial — is the only fact... (стихотворение), p. 451
Emily Dickinson. 966. All forgot for recollecting... (стихотворение), p. 451-452
Emily Dickinson. 967. Pain — expands the Time —... (стихотворение), p. 452
Emily Dickinson. 968. Fitter to see Him, I may be... (стихотворение), p. 452-453
Emily Dickinson. 969. He who in Himself believes —... (стихотворение), p. 453
Emily Dickinson. 970. Color — Caste — Denomination —... (стихотворение), p. 453-454
Emily Dickinson. 971. Robbed by Death — but that was easy —... (стихотворение), p. 454
Emily Dickinson. 972. Unfulfilled to Observation —... (стихотворение), p. 455
Emily Dickinson. 973. ʼTwas awkward, but it fitted me —... (стихотворение), p. 455
Emily Dickinson. 974. The Soul's distinct connection... (стихотворение), p. 455-456
Emily Dickinson. 975. The Mountain sat upon the Plain... (стихотворение), p. 456
Emily Dickinson. 976. Death is a Dialogue between... (стихотворение), p. 456
Emily Dickinson. 977. Besides this May... (стихотворение), p. 456-457
Emily Dickinson. 978. It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon —... (стихотворение), p. 457
Emily Dickinson. 979. This Merit hath the worst —... (стихотворение), p. 457-458
Emily Dickinson. 980. Purple — is fashionable twice —... (стихотворение), p. 458
Emily Dickinson. 981. As Sleigh Bells seem in summer... (стихотворение), p. 458
Emily Dickinson. 982. No Other can reduce... (стихотворение), p. 458
Emily Dickinson. 983. Ideals are the Fairly Oil... (стихотворение), p. 458-459
Emily Dickinson. 984. ʼTis Anguish grander than Delight... (стихотворение), p. 459
Emily Dickinson. 985. The Missing All — prevented Me... (стихотворение), p. 459
Emily Dickinson. 986. A narrow Fellow in the Grass... (стихотворение), p. 459-460
Emily Dickinson. 987. The Leaves like Women interchange... (стихотворение), p. 460
Emily Dickinson. 988. The Definition of Beauty is... (стихотворение), p. 460
Emily Dickinson. 989. Gratitude — is not the mention... (стихотворение), p. 461
Emily Dickinson. 990. Not all die early, dying young —... (стихотворение), p. 461
Emily Dickinson. 991. She sped as Petals of a Rose... (стихотворение), p. 461
Emily Dickinson. 992. The Dust behind I strove to join... (стихотворение), p. 462
Emily Dickinson. 993. We miss Her, not because We see —... (стихотворение), p. 462
Emily Dickinson. 994. Partake as doth the Bee... (стихотворение), p. 462
Emily Dickinson. 995. This was in the White of the Year—... (стихотворение), p. 462-463
Emily Dickinson. 996. We'll pass without the parting... (стихотворение), p. 463
Emily Dickinson. 997. Crumbling is not an instant's Act... (стихотворение), p. 463
Emily Dickinson. 998. Best Things dwell out of Sight... (стихотворение), p. 463-464
Emily Dickinson. 999. Superfluous were the Sun... (стихотворение), p. 464
Emily Dickinson. 1000. The Fingers of the Light... (стихотворение), p. 464-465
Emily Dickinson. 1001. The Stimulus, beyond the Grave... (стихотворение), p. 465
Emily Dickinson. 1002. Aurora is the effort... (стихотворение), p. 465
Emily Dickinson. 1003. Dying at my music!.. (стихотворение), p. 465
Emily Dickinson. 1004. There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent... (стихотворение), p. 465-466
Emily Dickinson. 1005. Bind me — I still can sing —... (стихотворение), p. 466
Emily Dickinson. 1006. The first We knew of Him was Death —... (стихотворение), p. 466
Emily Dickinson. 1007. Falsehood of Thee could I suppose... (стихотворение), p. 466
Emily Dickinson. 1008. How still the Bells in Steeples stand... (стихотворение), p. 466
Emily Dickinson. 1009. I was a Phoebe — nothing more —... (стихотворение), p. 467
Emily Dickinson. 1010. Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle... (стихотворение), p. 467
Emily Dickinson. 1011. She rose as high as His Occasion... (стихотворение), p. 467
Emily Dickinson. 1012. Which is best? Heaven —... (стихотворение), p. 467-468
Emily Dickinson. 1013. Too scanty 'twas to die for you... (стихотворение), p. 468
Emily Dickinson. 1014. Did We abolish Frost... (стихотворение), p. 468
Emily Dickinson. 1015. Were it but Me that gained the Height —... (стихотворение), p. 468
Emily Dickinson. 1016. The Hills in Purple syllables... (стихотворение), p. 468-469
Emily Dickinson. 1017. To die — without the Dying... (стихотворение), p. 469
Emily Dickinson. 1018. Who saw no Sunrise cannot say... (стихотворение), p. 469
Emily Dickinson. 1019. My Season's furthest Flower —... (стихотворение), p. 469
Emily Dickinson. 1020. Trudging to Eden, looking backward... (стихотворение), p. 469-470
Emily Dickinson. 1021. Far from Love the Heavenly Father... (стихотворение), p. 470
Emily Dickinson. 1022. I knew that I had gained... (стихотворение), p. 470
Emily Dickinson. 1023. It rises — passes — on our South... (стихотворение), p. 470
Emily Dickinson. 1024. So large my Will... (стихотворение), p. 471
Emily Dickinson. 1025. The Products of my Farm are these... (стихотворение), p. 471
Emily Dickinson. 1026. The Dying need but little, Dear... (стихотворение), p. 471-472
Emily Dickinson. 1027. My Heart upon a little Plate... (стихотворение), p. 472
Emily Dickinson. 1028. ʼTwas my one Glory —... (стихотворение), p. 472
Emily Dickinson. 1029. Nor Mountain hinder Me... (стихотворение), p. 472
Emily Dickinson. 1030. That Such have died enable Us... (стихотворение), p. 472
Emily Dickinson. 1031. Fate slew Him, but He did not drop —... (стихотворение), p. 473
Emily Dickinson. 1032. Who is the East?.. (стихотворение), p. 473
Emily Dickinson. 1033. Said Death to Passion... (стихотворение), p. 473
Emily Dickinson. 1034. His Bill an Auger is... (стихотворение), p. 474
Emily Dickinson. 1035. Bee! I'm expecting you!.. (стихотворение), p. 474
Emily Dickinson. 1036. Satisfaction — is the Agent... (стихотворение), p. 474
Emily Dickinson. 1037. Here, where the Daisies fit my Head... (стихотворение), p. 475
Emily Dickinson. 1038. Her little Parasol to lift... (стихотворение), p. 475
Emily Dickinson. 1039. I heard, as if I had no Ear... (стихотворение), p. 475-476
Emily Dickinson. 1040. Not so the infinite Relations — Below... (стихотворение), p. 476
Emily Dickinson. 1041. Somewhat, to hope for... (стихотворение), p. 476
Emily Dickinson. 1042. Spring comes on the World —... (стихотворение), p. 476
Emily Dickinson. 1043. Lest this be Heaven indeed... (стихотворение), p. 477
Emily Dickinson. 1044. A Sickness of this World it most occasions... (стихотворение), p. 477
Emily Dickinson. 1045. Nature rarer uses Yellow... (стихотворение), p. 477
Emily Dickinson. 1046. I've dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb —... (стихотворение), p. 477-478
Emily Dickinson. 1047. The Opening and the Close... (стихотворение), p. 478
Emily Dickinson. 1048. Reportless Subjects, to the Quick... (стихотворение), p. 478-479
Emily Dickinson. 1049. Pain has but one Acquaintance... (стихотворение), p. 479
Emily Dickinson. 1050. As willing lid o'er weary eye... (стихотворение), p. 479
Emily Dickinson. 1051. I cannot meet the Spring unmoved —... (стихотворение), p. 479
Emily Dickinson. 1052. I never saw a Moor —... (стихотворение), p. 480
Emily Dickinson. 1053. It was a quiet way —... (стихотворение), p. 480
Emily Dickinson. 1054. Not to discover weakness is... (стихотворение), p. 481
Emily Dickinson. 1055. The Soul should always stand ajar... (стихотворение), p. 481
Emily Dickinson. 1056. There is a Zone whose even Years... (стихотворение), p. 481
Emily Dickinson. 1057. I had a daily Bliss... (стихотворение), p. 482
Emily Dickinson. 1058. Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower... (стихотворение), p. 482
Emily Dickinson. 1059. Sang from the Heart, Sire... (стихотворение), p. 482-483
Emily Dickinson. 1060. Air has no Residence, no Neighbor... (стихотворение), p. 483
Emily Dickinson. 1061. Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her —... (стихотворение), p. 483-484
Emily Dickinson. 1062. He scanned it — staggered —... (стихотворение), p. 484
Emily Dickinson. 1063. Ashes denote that Fire was —... (стихотворение), p. 484
Emily Dickinson. 1064. To help our Bleaker Parts... (стихотворение), p. 484
Emily Dickinson. 1065. Let down the Bars, Oh Death... (стихотворение), p. 485
Emily Dickinson. 1066. Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die... (стихотворение), p. 485
Emily Dickinson. 1067. Except the smaller size... (стихотворение), p. 485
Emily Dickinson. 1068. Further in Summer than the Birds... (стихотворение), p. 485-486
Emily Dickinson. 1069. Paradise is of the option... (стихотворение), p. 486
Emily Dickinson. 1070. To undertake is to achieve... (стихотворение), p. 486
Emily Dickinson. 1071. Perception of an object costs... (стихотворение), p. 486-487
Emily Dickinson. 1072. Title divine — is mine!.. (стихотворение), p. 487
Emily Dickinson. 1073. Experiment to me... (стихотворение), p. 487
Emily Dickinson. 1074. Count not that far that can be had... (стихотворение), p. 488
Emily Dickinson. 1075. The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean... (стихотворение), p. 488
Emily Dickinson. 1076. Just Once! Oh least Request!.. (стихотворение), p. 488
Emily Dickinson. 1077. These are the Signs to Nature's Inns —... (стихотворение), p. 488-489
Emily Dickinson. 1078. The Bustle in a House... (стихотворение), p. 489
Emily Dickinson. 1079. The Sun went down — no Man looked on —... (стихотворение), p. 489
Emily Dickinson. 1080. When they come back — if Blossoms do —... (стихотворение), p. 489-490
Emily Dickinson. 1081. Superiority to Fate... (стихотворение), p. 490
Emily Dickinson. 1082. Revolution is the Pod... (стихотворение), p. 490-491
Emily Dickinson. 1083. We learn it in Retreating... (стихотворение), p. 491
Emily Dickinson. 1084. At Half past Three, a single Bird... (стихотворение), p. 491
Emily Dickinson. 1085. If Nature smiles — the Mother must... (стихотворение), p. 492
Emily Dickinson. 1086. What Twigs We held by —... (стихотворение), p. 492
Emily Dickinson. 1087. We miss a Kinsman more... (стихотворение), p. 492-493
Emily Dickinson. 1088. Ended, ere it begun —... (стихотворение), p. 493
Emily Dickinson. 1089. Myself can read the Telegrams... (стихотворение), p. 493
Emily Dickinson. 1090. I am afraid to own a Body —... (стихотворение), p. 493-494
Emily Dickinson. 1091. The Well upon the Brook... (стихотворение), p. 494
Emily Dickinson. 1092. It was not Saint — it was too large —... (стихотворение), p. 494
Emily Dickinson. 1093. Because 'twas Riches I could own... (стихотворение), p. 494
Emily Dickinson. 1094. Themself are all I have —... (стихотворение), p. 494-495
Emily Dickinson. 1095. To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights... (стихотворение), p. 495
Emily Dickinson. 1096. These Strangers, in a foreign World... (стихотворение), p. 495
Emily Dickinson. 1097. Dew — is the Freshet in the Grass —... (стихотворение), p. 495
Emily Dickinson. 1098. Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door... (стихотворение), p. 495-496
Emily Dickinson. 1099. My Cocoon tightens — Colors tease —... (стихотворение), p. 496
Emily Dickinson. 1100. The last Night that She lived... (стихотворение), p. 496-497
Emily Dickinson. 1101. Between the form of Life and Life... (стихотворение), p. 497
Emily Dickinson. 1102. His Bill is clasped — his Eye forsook —... (стихотворение), p. 497-498
Emily Dickinson. 1103. The spry Arms of the Wind... (стихотворение), p. 498
Emily Dickinson. 1104. The Crickets sang... (стихотворение), p. 498
Emily Dickinson. 1105. Like Men and Women Shadows walk... (стихотворение), p. 499
Emily Dickinson. 1106. We do not know the time we lose —... (стихотворение), p. 499
Emily Dickinson. 1107. The Bird did prance — the Bee did play —... (стихотворение), p. 499
Emily Dickinson. 1108. A Diamond on the Hand... (стихотворение), p. 500
Emily Dickinson. 1109. I fit for them —... (стихотворение), p. 500
Emily Dickinson. 1110. None who saw it ever told it... (стихотворение), p. 500
Emily Dickinson. 1111. Some Wretched creature, savior take... (стихотворение), p. 500-501
Emily Dickinson. 1112. That this should feel the need of Death... (стихотворение), p. 501
Emily Dickinson. 1113. There is a strength in proving that it can be borne... (стихотворение), p. 501
Emily Dickinson. 1114. The largest Fire ever known... (стихотворение), p. 501
Emily Dickinson. 1115. The murmuring of Bees, has ceased... (стихотворение), p. 502
Emily Dickinson. 1116. There is another Loneliness... (стихотворение), p. 502
Emily Dickinson. 1117. A Mine there is no Man would own... (стихотворение), p. 502-503
Emily Dickinson. 1118. Exhilaration is the Breeze... (стихотворение), p. 503
Emily Dickinson. 1119. Paradise is that old mansion... (стихотворение), p. 503
Emily Dickinson. 1120. This slow Day moved along —... (стихотворение), p. 503-504
Emily Dickinson. 1121. Time does go on —... (стихотворение), p. 504
Emily Dickinson. 1122. ʼTis my first night beneath the Sun... (стихотворение), p. 504
Emily Dickinson. 1123. A great Hope fell... (стихотворение), p. 504-505
Emily Dickinson. 1124. Had we known the Ton she bore... (стихотворение), p. 505
Emily Dickinson. 1125. Oh Sumptuous moment... (стихотворение), p. 505
Emily Dickinson. 1126. Shall I take thee, the Poet said... (стихотворение), p. 505-506
Emily Dickinson. 1127. Soft as the massacre of Suns... (стихотворение), p. 506
Emily Dickinson. 1128. These are the Nights that Beetles love —... (стихотворение), p. 506
Emily Dickinson. 1129. Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —... (стихотворение), p. 506-507
Emily Dickinson. 1130. That odd old man is dead a year —... (стихотворение), p. 507
Emily Dickinson. 1131. The Merchant of the Picturesque... (стихотворение), p. 507
Emily Dickinson. 1132. The smouldering embers blush —... (стихотворение), p. 508
Emily Dickinson. 1133. The Snow that never drifts —... (стихотворение), p. 508
Emily Dickinson. 1134. The Wind took up the Northern Things... (стихотворение), p. 508-509
Emily Dickinson. 1135. Too cold is this... (стихотворение), p. 509
Emily Dickinson. 1136. The Frost of Death was on the Pane —... (стихотворение), p. 509-510
Emily Dickinson. 1137. The duties of the Wind are few... (стихотворение), p. 510
Emily Dickinson. 1138. A Spider sewed at Night... (стихотворение), p. 511
Emily Dickinson. 1139. Her sovereign People... (стихотворение), p. 511
Emily Dickinson. 1140. The Day grew small, surrounded tight... (стихотворение), p. 511
Emily Dickinson. 1141. The Face we choose to miss —... (стихотворение), p. 511-512
Emily Dickinson. 1142. The Props assist the House... (стихотворение), p. 512
Emily Dickinson. 1143. The Work of Her that went... (стихотворение), p. 512
Emily Dickinson. 1144. Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision... (стихотворение), p. 512
Emily Dickinson. 1145. In thy long Paradise of Light... (стихотворение), p. 512-513
Emily Dickinson. 1146. When Etna basks and purrs... (стихотворение), p. 513
Emily Dickinson. 1147. After a hundred years... (стихотворение), p. 513
Emily Dickinson. 1148. After the Sun comes out... (стихотворение), p. 513-514
Emily Dickinson. 1149. I noticed People disappeared... (стихотворение), p. 514
Emily Dickinson. 1150. How many schemes may die... (стихотворение), p. 514
Emily Dickinson. 1151. Soul, take thy risk... (стихотворение), p. 514-515
Emily Dickinson. 1152. Tell as a Marksman — were forgotten... (стихотворение), p. 515
Emily Dickinson. 1153. Through what transports of Patience... (стихотворение), p. 515-516
Emily Dickinson. 1154. A full fed Rose on meals of Tint... (стихотворение), p. 516
Emily Dickinson. 1155. Distance — is not the Realm of Fox... (стихотворение), p. 516
Emily Dickinson. 1156. Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today... (стихотворение), p. 516
Emily Dickinson. 1157. Some Days retired from the rest... (стихотворение), p. 516-517
Emily Dickinson. 1158. Best Witchcraft is Geometry... (стихотворение), p. 517
Emily Dickinson. 1159. Great Streets of silence led away... (стихотворение), p. 517
Emily Dickinson. 1160. He is alive, this morning —... (стихотворение), p. 517
Emily Dickinson. 1161. Trust adjust her “Peradventure”... (стихотворение), p. 518
Emily Dickinson. 1162. The Life we have is very great... (стихотворение), p. 518
Emily Dickinson. 1163. God made no act without a cause... (стихотворение), p. 518
Emily Dickinson. 1164. Were it to be the last... (стихотворение), p. 518
Emily Dickinson. 1165. Contained in this short Life... (стихотворение), p. 518-519
Emily Dickinson. 1166. Of Paul and Silas it is said... (стихотворение), p. 519
Emily Dickinson. 1167. Alone and in a Circumstance... (стихотворение), p. 519-520
Emily Dickinson. 1168. As old as Woe —... (стихотворение), p. 520
Emily Dickinson. 1169. Lest they should come — is all my fear... (стихотворение), p. 520
Emily Dickinson. 1170. Nature affects to be sedate... (стихотворение), p. 520-521
Emily Dickinson. 1171. On the World you colored... (стихотворение), p. 521
Emily Dickinson. 1172. The Clouds their Backs together laid... (стихотворение), p. 521
Emily Dickinson. 1173. The Lightning is a yellow Fork... (стихотворение), p. 521-522
Emily Dickinson. 1174. There's the Battle of Burgoyne —... (стихотворение), p. 522
Emily Dickinson. 1175. We like a Hairbreadth 'scape... (стихотворение), p. 522
Emily Dickinson. 1176. We never know how high we are... (стихотворение), p. 522-523
Emily Dickinson. 1177. A prompt — executive Bird is the Jay —... (стихотворение), p. 523
Emily Dickinson. 1178. My God — He sees thee —... (стихотворение), p. 523
Emily Dickinson. 1179. Of so divine a Loss... (стихотворение), p. 523
Emily Dickinson. 1180. “Remember me” implored the Thief!.. (стихотворение), p. 524
Emily Dickinson. 1181. When I hoped I feared —... (стихотворение), p. 524
Emily Dickinson. 1182. Remembrance has a Rear and Front —... (стихотворение), p. 524-525
Emily Dickinson. 1183. Step lightly on this narrow spot —... (стихотворение), p. 525
Emily Dickinson. 1184. The Days that we can spare... (стихотворение), p. 525
Emily Dickinson. 1185. A little Dog that wags his tail... (стихотворение), p. 525-526
Emily Dickinson. 1186. Too few the mornings be... (стихотворение), p. 526
Emily Dickinson. 1187. Oh Shadow on the Grass... (стихотворение), p. 526
Emily Dickinson. 1188. ʼTwas fighting for his Life he was —... (стихотворение), p. 526-527
Emily Dickinson. 1189. The Voice that stands for Floods to me... (стихотворение), p. 527
Emily Dickinson. 1190. The Sun and Fog contested... (стихотворение), p. 527
Emily Dickinson. 1191. The pungent atom in the Air... (стихотворение), p. 527
Emily Dickinson. 1192. An honest Tear... (стихотворение), p. 528
Emily Dickinson. 1193. All men for Honor hardest work... (стихотворение), p. 528
Emily Dickinson. 1194. Somehow myself survived the Night... (стихотворение), p. 528
Emily Dickinson. 1195. What we see we know somewhat... (стихотворение), p. 528-529
Emily Dickinson. 1196. To make Routine a Stimulus... (стихотворение), p. 529
Emily Dickinson. 1197. I should not dare to be so sad... (стихотворение), p. 529
Emily Dickinson. 1198. A soft Sea washed around the House... (стихотворение), p. 529-530
Emily Dickinson. 1199. Are Friends Delight or Pain?.. (стихотворение), p. 530
Emily Dickinson. 1200. Because my Brook is fluent... (стихотворение), p. 530
Emily Dickinson. 1201. So I pull my Stockings off... (стихотворение), p. 530
Emily Dickinson. 1202. The Frost was never seen —... (стихотворение), p. 531
Emily Dickinson. 1203. The Past is such a curious Creature... (стихотворение), p. 531
Emily Dickinson. 1204. Whatever it is — she has tried it —... (стихотворение), p. 532
Emily Dickinson. 1205. Immortal is an ample word... (стихотворение), p. 532
Emily Dickinson. 1206. The Show is not the Show... (стихотворение), p. 532
Emily Dickinson. 1207. He preached upon “Breadth” till it argued him narrow —... (стихотворение), p. 533
Emily Dickinson. 1208. Our own possessions — though our own —... (стихотворение), p. 533
Emily Dickinson. 1209. To disappear enhances —... (стихотворение), p. 533-534
Emily Dickinson. 1210. The Sea said “Come” to the Brook —... (стихотворение), p. 534
Emily Dickinson. 1211. A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig... (стихотворение), p. 534
Emily Dickinson. 1212. A word is dead... (стихотворение), p. 534-535
Emily Dickinson. 1213 (version of 1872). We like March... (стихотворение), p. 535
Emily Dickinson. 1213 (version of 1878). We like March — his shoes are Purple... (стихотворение), p. 535
Emily Dickinson. 1214. We introduce ourselves... (стихотворение), p. 535-536
Emily Dickinson. 1215. I bet with every Wind that blew... (стихотворение), p. 536
Emily Dickinson. 1216. A Deed knocks first at Thought... (стихотворение), p. 536
Emily Dickinson. 1217. Fortitude incarnate... (стихотворение), p. 536-537
Emily Dickinson. 1218. Let my first Knowing be of thee... (стихотворение), p. 537
Emily Dickinson. 1219. Now I knew I lost her —... (стихотворение), p. 537
Emily Dickinson. 1220. Of Nature I shall have enough... (стихотворение), p. 538
Emily Dickinson. 1221. Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder... (стихотворение), p. 538
Emily Dickinson. 1222. The Riddle we can guess... (стихотворение), p. 538
Emily Dickinson. 1223. Who goes to dine must take his Feast... (стихотворение), p. 538-539
Emily Dickinson. 1224. Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush... (стихотворение), p. 539
Emily Dickinson. 1225. Its Hour with itself... (стихотворение), p. 539
Emily Dickinson. 1226. The Popular Heart is a Cannon first —... (стихотворение), p. 539-540
Emily Dickinson. 1227. My Triumph lasted till the Drums... (стихотворение), p. 540
Emily Dickinson. 1228. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth... (стихотворение), p. 540-541
Emily Dickinson. 1229. Because He loves Her... (стихотворение), p. 541
Emily Dickinson. 1230. It came at last but prompter Death... (стихотворение), p. 541
Emily Dickinson. 1231. Somewhere upon the general Earth —... (стихотворение), p. 541-542
Emily Dickinson. 1232. The Clover's simple Fame... (стихотворение), p. 542
Emily Dickinson. 1233. Had I not seen the Sun... (стихотворение), p. 542
Emily Dickinson. 1234. If my Bark sink... (стихотворение), p. 542
Emily Dickinson. 1235. Like Rain it sounded till it curved... (стихотворение), p. 543
Emily Dickinson. 1236. Like Time's insidious wrinkle... (стихотворение), p. 543
Emily Dickinson. 1237. My Heart ran so to thee... (стихотворение), p. 543-544
Emily Dickinson. 1238. Power is a familiar growth —... (стихотворение), p. 544
Emily Dickinson. 1239. Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun... (стихотворение), p. 544-545
Emily Dickinson. 1240. The Beggar at the Door for Fame... (стихотворение), p. 545
Emily Dickinson. 1241. The Lilac is an ancient shrub... (стихотворение), p. 545
Emily Dickinson. 1242. To flee from memory... (стихотворение), p. 546
Emily Dickinson. 1243. Safe Despair it is that raves —... (стихотворение), p. 546
Emily Dickinson. 1244. The Butterfly's Assumption Gown... (стихотворение), p. 546
Emily Dickinson. 1245. The Suburbs of a Secret... (стихотворение), p. 546-547
Emily Dickinson. 1246. The Butterfly in honored Dust... (стихотворение), p. 547
Emily Dickinson. 1247. To pile like Thunder to its close... (стихотворение), p. 547
Emily Dickinson. 1248. The incidents of love... (стихотворение), p. 547
Emily Dickinson. 1249. The Stars are old, that stood for me —... (стихотворение), p. 547-548
Emily Dickinson. 1250. White as an Indian Pipe... (стихотворение), p. 548
Emily Dickinson. 1251. Silence is all we dread... (стихотворение), p. 548
Emily Dickinson. 1252. Like Brooms of Steel... (стихотворение), p. 548
Emily Dickinson. 1253. Had this one Day not been... (стихотворение), p. 549
Emily Dickinson. 1254. Elijah's Wagon knew no thill... (стихотворение), p. 549
Emily Dickinson. 1255. Longing is like the Seed... (стихотворение), p. 549
Emily Dickinson. 1256. Not any higher stands the Grave... (стихотворение), p. 550
Emily Dickinson. 1257. Dominion lasts until obtained —... (стихотворение), p. 550
Emily Dickinson. 1258. Who were “the Father and the Son”... (стихотворение), p. 550-551
Emily Dickinson. 1259. A Wind that rose... (стихотворение), p. 551
Emily Dickinson. 1260. Because that you are going... (стихотворение), p. 551-552
Emily Dickinson. 1261. A Word dropped careless on a Page... (стихотворение), p. 553
Emily Dickinson. 1262. I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there... (стихотворение), p. 553
Emily Dickinson. 1263. There is no Frigate like a Book... (стихотворение), p. 553
Emily Dickinson. 1264. This is the place they hoped before... (стихотворение), p. 554
Emily Dickinson. 1265. The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met... (стихотворение), p. 554
Emily Dickinson. 1266. When Memory is full... (стихотворение), p. 554
Emily Dickinson. 1267. I saw that the Flake was on it... (стихотворение), p. 554-555
Emily Dickinson. 1268. Confirming All who analyze... (стихотворение), p. 555
Emily Dickinson. 1269. I worked for chaff and earning Wheat... (стихотворение), p. 555
Emily Dickinson. 1270. Is Heaven a Physician?.. (стихотворение), p. 555
Emily Dickinson. 1271. September's Baccalaureate... (стихотворение), p. 556
Emily Dickinson. 1272. So proud she was to die... (стихотворение), p. 556
Emily Dickinson. 1273. That sacred Closet when you sweep —... (стихотворение), p. 556
Emily Dickinson. 1274. The Bone that has no Marrow... (стихотворение), p. 557
Emily Dickinson. 1275. The Spider as an Artist... (стихотворение), p. 557
Emily Dickinson. 1276. ʼTwas later when the summer went... (стихотворение), p. 557
Emily Dickinson. 1277. While we were fearing it, it came —... (стихотворение), p. 558
Emily Dickinson. 1278. The Mountains stood in Haze —... (стихотворение), p. 558
Emily Dickinson. 1279. The Way to know the Bobolink... (стихотворение), p. 558-559
Emily Dickinson. 1280. The harm of Years is on him —... (стихотворение), p. 559
Emily Dickinson. 1281. A stagnant pleasure like a Pool... (стихотворение), p. 560
Emily Dickinson. 1282 (rough draft I). Art thou the thing I wanted?.. (стихотворение), p. 560
Emily Dickinson. 1282 (rough draft II). Art thou the thing I wanted?.. (стихотворение), p. 560
Emily Dickinson. 1283. Could Hope inspect her Basis... (стихотворение), p. 560-561
Emily Dickinson. 1284. Had we our senses... (стихотворение), p. 561
Emily Dickinson. 1285. I know Suspense — it steps so terse... (стихотворение), p. 561
Emily Dickinson. 1286. I thought that nature was enough... (стихотворение), p. 561-562
Emily Dickinson. 1287. In this short Life... (стихотворение), p. 562
Emily Dickinson. 1288. Lain in Nature — so suffice us... (стихотворение), p. 562
Emily Dickinson. 1289. Left in immortal Youth... (стихотворение), p. 562-563
Emily Dickinson. 1290. The most pathetic thing I do... (стихотворение), p. 563
Emily Dickinson. 1291. Until the Desert knows... (стихотворение), p. 563
Emily Dickinson. 1292. Yesterday is History... (стихотворение), p. 563-564
Emily Dickinson. 1293. The things we thought that we should do... (стихотворение), p. 564
Emily Dickinson. 1294. Of Life to own —... (стихотворение), p. 564
Emily Dickinson. 1295. Two Lengths has every Day —... (стихотворение), p. 564-565
Emily Dickinson. 1296. Death's Waylaying not the sharpest... (стихотворение), p. 565
Emily Dickinson. 1297. Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself... (стихотворение), p. 565
Emily Dickinson. 1298. The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants —... (стихотворение), p. 565-566
Emily Dickinson. 1299. Delight's Despair at setting... (стихотворение), p. 566
Emily Dickinson. 1300. From his slim Palace in the Dust... (стихотворение), p. 566
Emily Dickinson. 1301. I cannot want it more —... (стихотворение), p. 567
Emily Dickinson. 1302. I think that the Root of the Wind is Water —... (стихотворение), p. 567
Emily Dickinson. 1303. Not One by Heaven defrauded stay —... (стихотворение), p. 567
Emily Dickinson. 1304. Not with a Club, the Heart is broken... (стихотворение), p. 567-568
Emily Dickinson. 1305. Recollect the Face of me... (стихотворение), p. 568
Emily Dickinson. 1306. Surprise is like a thrilling — pungent —... (стихотворение), p. 568
Emily Dickinson. 1307. That short — potential stir... (стихотворение), p. 568-569
Emily Dickinson. 1308. The Day she goes... (стихотворение), p. 569
Emily Dickinson. 1309. The Infinite a sudden Guest... (стихотворение), p. 569
Emily Dickinson. 1310. The Notice that is called the Spring... (стихотворение), p. 569
Emily Dickinson. 1311. This dirty — little — Heart... (стихотворение), p. 570
Emily Dickinson. 1312. To break so vast a Heart... (стихотворение), p. 570
Emily Dickinson. 1313. Warm in her Hand these accents lie... (стихотворение), p. 570
Emily Dickinson. 1314. When a Lover is a Beggar... (стихотворение), p. 570
Emily Dickinson. 1315. Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent?.. (стихотворение), p. 571
Emily Dickinson. 1316. Winter is good — his Hoar Delights... (стихотворение), p. 571
Emily Dickinson. 1317. Abraham to kill him... (стихотворение), p. 571-572
Emily Dickinson. 1318. Frigid and sweet Her parting Face —... (стихотворение), p. 572
Emily Dickinson. 1319. How News must feel when travelling... (стихотворение), p. 572
Emily Dickinson. 1320. Dear March — Come in —... (стихотворение), p. 572-573
Emily Dickinson. 1321. Elizabeth told Essex... (стихотворение), p. 573
Emily Dickinson. 1322. Floss won't save you from an Abyss... (стихотворение), p. 574
Emily Dickinson. 1323. I never hear that one is dead... (стихотворение), p. 574
Emily Dickinson. 1324. I send you a decrepit flower... (стихотворение), p. 574-575
Emily Dickinson. 1325. Knock with tremor —... (стихотворение), p. 575
Emily Dickinson. 1326. Our little secrets slink away —... (стихотворение), p. 575
Emily Dickinson. 1327. The Symptom of the Gale —... (стихотворение), p. 575-576
Emily Dickinson. 1328. The vastest earthly Day... (стихотворение), p. 576
Emily Dickinson. 1329. Whether they have forgotten... (стихотворение), p. 576
Emily Dickinson. 1330. Without a smile — Without a Throe... (стихотворение), p. 576-577
Emily Dickinson. 1331. Wonder — is not precisely Knowing... (стихотворение), p. 577
Emily Dickinson. 1332. Pink — small — and punctual —... (стихотворение), p. 577
Emily Dickinson. 1333. A little Madness in the Spring... (стихотворение), p. 577-578
Emily Dickinson. 1334. How soft this Prison is... (стихотворение), p. 578
Emily Dickinson. 1335. Let me not mar that perfect Dream... (стихотворение), p. 578
Emily Dickinson. 1336. Nature assigns the Sun —... (стихотворение), p. 578
Emily Dickinson. 1337. Upon a Lilac Sea... (стихотворение), p. 579
Emily Dickinson. 1338. What tenements of clover... (стихотворение), p. 579
Emily Dickinson. 1339. A Bee his burnished Carriage... (стихотворение), p. 579
Emily Dickinson. 1340. A Rat surrendered here... (стихотворение), p. 580
Emily Dickinson. 1341. Unto the Whole — how add?.. (стихотворение), p. 580
Emily Dickinson. 1342. “Was not” was all the Statement... (стихотворение), p. 580
Emily Dickinson. 1343. A single Clover Plank... (стихотворение), p. 581
Emily Dickinson. 1344. Not any more to be lacked —... (стихотворение), p. 581-582
Emily Dickinson. 1345. An antiquated Grace... (стихотворение), p. 582
Emily Dickinson. 1346. As Summer into Autumn slips... (стихотворение), p. 582
Emily Dickinson. 1347. Escape is such a thankful Word... (стихотворение), p. 582-583
Emily Dickinson. 1348. Lift it — with the Feathers... (стихотворение), p. 583
Emily Dickinson. 1349. I'd rather recollect a setting... (стихотворение), p. 583
Emily Dickinson. 1350. Luck is not chance —... (стихотворение), p. 583-584
Emily Dickinson. 1351. You cannot take itself... (стихотворение), p. 584
Emily Dickinson. 1352. To his simplicity... (стихотворение), p. 584
Emily Dickinson. 1353. The last of Summer is Delight —... (стихотворение), p. 584
Emily Dickinson. 1354. The Heart is the Capital of the Mind —... (стихотворение), p. 585
Emily Dickinson. 1355. The Mind lives on the Heart... (стихотворение), p. 585
Emily Dickinson. 1356. The Rat is the concisest Tenant... (стихотворение), p. 585
Emily Dickinson. 1357 (version I). “Faithful to the end” Amended... (стихотворение), p. 586
Emily Dickinson. 1357 (version II). “Faithful to the end” Amended... (стихотворение), p. 586
Emily Dickinson. 1358 (version I). The Treason of an accent... (стихотворение), p. 586
Emily Dickinson. 1358 (version II). The Treason of an Accent... (стихотворение), p. 586
Emily Dickinson. 1359. The long sigh of the Frog... (стихотворение), p. 587
Emily Dickinson. 1360. I sued the News — yet feared — the News... (стихотворение), p. 587
Emily Dickinson. 1361. The Flake the Wind exasperate... (стихотворение), p. 587
Emily Dickinson. 1362. Of their peculiar light... (стихотворение), p. 587
Emily Dickinson. 1363. Summer laid her simple Hat... (стихотворение), p. 587-588
Emily Dickinson. 1364. How know it from a Summer's Day?.. (стихотворение), p. 588
Emily Dickinson. 1365. Take all away —... (стихотворение), p. 588
Emily Dickinson. 1366A. Brother of Ingots — Ah Peru —... (стихотворение), p. 588
Emily Dickinson. 1366B. Sister of Ophir —... (стихотворение), p. 588-589
Emily Dickinson. 1366C. Brother of Ophir... (стихотворение), p. 589
Emily Dickinson. 1367. “Tomorrow” — whose location... (стихотворение), p. 589
Emily Dickinson. 1368. Love's stricken “why”... (стихотворение), p. 589
Emily Dickinson. 1369. Trusty as the stars... (стихотворение), p. 589-590
Emily Dickinson. 1370. Gathered into the Earth... (стихотворение), p. 590
Emily Dickinson. 1371. How fits his Umber Coat... (стихотворение), p. 590
Emily Dickinson. 1372. The Sun is one — and on the Tare... (стихотворение), p. 590
Emily Dickinson. 1373. The worthlessness of Earthly things... (стихотворение), p. 591
Emily Dickinson. 1374. A Saucer holds a Cup... (стихотворение), p. 591
Emily Dickinson. 1375. Death warrants are supposed to be... (стихотворение), p. 591
Emily Dickinson. 1376. Dreams are the subtle Dower... (стихотворение), p. 592
Emily Dickinson. 1377. Forbidden Fruit a flavor has... (стихотворение), p. 592
Emily Dickinson. 1378. His Heart was darker than the starless night... (стихотворение), p. 592
Emily Dickinson. 1379. His Mansion in the Pool... (стихотворение), p. 592-593
Emily Dickinson. 1380. How much the present moment means... (стихотворение), p. 593
Emily Dickinson. 1381. I suppose the time will come... (стихотворение), p. 593
Emily Dickinson. 1382. In many and reportless places... (стихотворение), p. 593-594
Emily Dickinson. 1383. Long Years apart — can make no... (стихотворение), p. 594
Emily Dickinson. 1384. Praise it — 'tis dead —... (стихотворение), p. 594
Emily Dickinson. 1385. “Secrets” is a daily word... (стихотворение), p. 595
Emily Dickinson. 1386. Summer — we all have seen —... (стихотворение), p. 595
Emily Dickinson. 1387. The Butterfly's Numidian Gown... (стихотворение), p. 595-596
Emily Dickinson. 1388. Those cattle smaller than a Bee... (стихотворение), p. 596
Emily Dickinson. 1389. Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar... (стихотворение), p. 596
Emily Dickinson. 1390. These held their Wick above the West —... (стихотворение), p. 596-597
Emily Dickinson. 1391. They might not need me — yet they might —... (стихотворение), p. 597
Emily Dickinson. 1392. Hope is a strange invention —... (стихотворение), p. 597
Emily Dickinson. 1393. Lay this Laurel on the One... (стихотворение), p. 597
Emily Dickinson. 1394. Whose Pink career may have a close... (стихотворение), p. 597-598
Emily Dickinson. 1395. After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside —... (стихотворение), p. 598
Emily Dickinson. 1396. She laid her docile Crescent down... (стихотворение), p. 598
Emily Dickinson. 1397. It sounded as if the Streets were running... (стихотворение), p. 598-599
Emily Dickinson. 1398. I have no Life but this —... (стихотворение), p. 599
Emily Dickinson. 1399. Perhaps they do not go so far... (стихотворение), p. 599
Emily Dickinson. 1400. What mystery pervades a well!.. (стихотворение), p. 599-600
Emily Dickinson. 1401. To own a Susan of my own... (стихотворение), p. 600
Emily Dickinson. 1402. To the stanch Dust... (стихотворение), p. 600
Emily Dickinson. 1403. My Maker — let me be... (стихотворение), p. 601
Emily Dickinson. 1404. March is the Month of Expectation... (стихотворение), p. 601
Emily Dickinson. 1405. Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles... (стихотворение), p. 601
Emily Dickinson. 1406. No Passenger was known to flee —... (стихотворение), p. 601
Emily Dickinson. 1407. A Field of Stubble, lying sere... (стихотворение), p. 602
Emily Dickinson. 1408. The Fact that Earth is Heaven —... (стихотворение), p. 602
Emily Dickinson. 1409. Could mortal lip divine... (стихотворение), p. 602
Emily Dickinson. 1410. I shall not murmur if at last... (стихотворение), p. 602-603
Emily Dickinson. 1411. Of Paradise' existence... (стихотворение), p. 603
Emily Dickinson. 1412. Shame is the shawl of Pink... (стихотворение), p. 603
Emily Dickinson. 1413. Sweet Skepticism of the Heart —... (стихотворение), p. 603
Emily Dickinson. 1414. Unworthy of her Breast... (стихотворение), p. 604
Emily Dickinson. 1415. A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds... (стихотворение), p. 604
Emily Dickinson. 1416. Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart... (стихотворение), p. 604
Emily Dickinson. 1417. How Human Nature dotes... (стихотворение), p. 604-605
Emily Dickinson. 1418. How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights —... (стихотворение), p. 605
Emily Dickinson. 1419. It was a quiet seeming Day —... (стихотворение), p. 605-606
Emily Dickinson. 1420. One Joy of so much anguish... (стихотворение), p. 606
Emily Dickinson. 1421. Such are the inlets of the mind —... (стихотворение), p. 606
Emily Dickinson. 1422. Summer has two Beginnings —... (стихотворение), p. 606-607
Emily Dickinson. 1423. The fairest Home I ever knew... (стихотворение), p. 607
Emily Dickinson. 1424. The Gentian has a parched Corolla —... (стихотворение), p. 607-608
Emily Dickinson. 1425. The inundation of the Spring... (стихотворение), p. 608
Emily Dickinson. 1426. The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves... (стихотворение), p. 608
Emily Dickinson. 1427. To earn it by disdaining it... (стихотворение), p. 608-609
Emily Dickinson. 1428. Water makes many Beds... (стихотворение), p. 609
Emily Dickinson. 1429. We shun because we prize her Face... (стихотворение), p. 609
Emily Dickinson. 1430. Who never wanted — maddest Joy... (стихотворение), p. 609
Emily Dickinson. 1431. With Pinions of Disdain... (стихотворение), p. 609-610
Emily Dickinson. 1432. Spurn the temerity —... (стихотворение), p. 610
Emily Dickinson. 1433. How brittle are the Piers... (стихотворение), p. 610
Emily Dickinson. 1434. Go not too near a House of Rose —... (стихотворение), p. 610-611
Emily Dickinson. 1435. Not that he goes — we love him more... (стихотворение), p. 611
Emily Dickinson. 1436. Than Heaven more remote... (стихотворение), p. 611
Emily Dickinson. 1437. A Dew sufficed itself —... (стихотворение), p. 611-612
Emily Dickinson. 1438. Behold this little Bane —... (стихотворение), p. 612
Emily Dickinson. 1439. How ruthless are the gentle —... (стихотворение), p. 612
Emily Dickinson. 1440. The healed Heart shows its shallow scar... (стихотворение), p. 613
Emily Dickinson. 1441. These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest... (стихотворение), p. 613
Emily Dickinson. 1442. To mend each tattered Faith... (стихотворение), p. 613
Emily Dickinson. 1443. A chilly Peace infests the Grass... (стихотворение), p. 613-614
Emily Dickinson. 1444. A little Snow was here and there... (стихотворение), p. 614
Emily Dickinson. 1445. Death is the supple Suitor... (стихотворение), p. 614
Emily Dickinson. 1446. His Mind like Fabrics of the East... (стихотворение), p. 614-615
Emily Dickinson. 1447. How good his Lava Bed... (стихотворение), p. 615
Emily Dickinson. 1448. How soft a Caterpillar steps —... (стихотворение), p. 615
Emily Dickinson. 1449. I thought the Train would never come —... (стихотворение), p. 615-616
Emily Dickinson. 1450. The Road was lit with Moon and star —... (стихотворение), p. 616
Emily Dickinson. 1451. Whoever disenchants... (стихотворение), p. 616
Emily Dickinson. 1452. Your thoughts don't have words every day... (стихотворение), p. 616
Emily Dickinson. 1453. A Counterfeit — a Plated Person —... (стихотворение), p. 617
Emily Dickinson. 1454. Those not live yet... (стихотворение), p. 617
Emily Dickinson. 1455. Opinion is a flitting thing... (стихотворение), p. 617
Emily Dickinson. 1456. So gay a Flower... (стихотворение), p. 617-618
Emily Dickinson. 1457. It stole along so stealthy... (стихотворение), p. 618
Emily Dickinson. 1458. Time's wily Chargers will not wait... (стихотворение), p. 618
Emily Dickinson. 1459. Belshazzar had a Letter —... (стихотворение), p. 618
Emily Dickinson. 1460. His Cheek is his Biographer —... (стихотворение), p. 618
Emily Dickinson. 1461. “Heavenly Father” — take to thee... (стихотворение), p. 619
Emily Dickinson. 1462. We knew not that we were to live —... (стихотворение), p. 619
Emily Dickinson. 1463. A Route of Evanescence... (стихотворение), p. 619
Emily Dickinson. 1464. One thing of it we borrow... (стихотворение), p. 619-620
Emily Dickinson. 1465. Before you thought of Spring... (стихотворение), p. 620
Emily Dickinson. 1466. One of the ones that Midas touched... (стихотворение), p. 620-621
Emily Dickinson. 1467. A little overflowing word... (стихотворение), p. 621
Emily Dickinson. 1468. A winged spark doth soar about —... (стихотворение), p. 621-622
Emily Dickinson. 1469. If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought... (стихотворение), p. 622
Emily Dickinson. 1470. The Sweets of Pillage, can be known... (стихотворение), p. 622
Emily Dickinson. 1471. Their Barricade against the Sky... (стихотворение), p. 622-623
Emily Dickinson. 1472. To see the Summer Sky... (стихотворение), p. 623
Emily Dickinson. 1473. We talked with each other about each other... (стихотворение), p. 623
Emily Dickinson. 1474. Estranged from Beauty — none can be —... (стихотворение), p. 623
Emily Dickinson. 1475. Fame is the one that does not stay —... (стихотворение), p. 623-624
Emily Dickinson. 1476. His voice decrepit was with Joy —... (стихотворение), p. 624
Emily Dickinson. 1477. How destitute is he... (стихотворение), p. 624
Emily Dickinson. 1478. Look back on Time, with kindly eyes —... (стихотворение), p. 624
Emily Dickinson. 1479. The Devil — had he fidelity... (стихотворение), p. 624-625
Emily Dickinson. 1480. The fascinating chill that music leaves... (стихотворение), p. 625
Emily Dickinson. 1481. The way Hope builds his House... (стихотворение), p. 625
Emily Dickinson. 1482. ʼTis whiter than an Indian Pipe —... (стихотворение), p. 625-626
Emily Dickinson. 1483. The Robin is a Gabriel... (стихотворение), p. 626
Emily Dickinson. 1484. We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow... (стихотворение), p. 626
Emily Dickinson. 1485. Love is done when Love's begun... (стихотворение), p. 627
Emily Dickinson. 1486. Her spirit rose to such a height... (стихотворение), p. 627
Emily Dickinson. 1487. The Savior must have been... (стихотворение), p. 627
Emily Dickinson. 1488. Birthday of but a single pang... (стихотворение), p. 627
Emily Dickinson. 1489. A Dimple in the Tomb... (стихотворение), p. 628
Emily Dickinson. 1490. The Face in evanescence lain... (стихотворение), p. 628
Emily Dickinson. 1491. The Road to Paradise is plain... (стихотворение), p. 628
Emily Dickinson. 1492. “And with what body do they come?” —... (стихотворение), p. 628-629
Emily Dickinson. 1493. Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell... (стихотворение), p. 629
Emily Dickinson. 1494. The competitions of the sky... (стихотворение), p. 629
Emily Dickinson. 1495. The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for... (стихотворение), p. 629
Emily Dickinson. 1496. All that I do... (стихотворение), p. 629-630
Emily Dickinson. 1497. Facts by our side are never sudden... (стихотворение), p. 630
Emily Dickinson. 1498. Glass was the Street — in tinsel Peril... (стихотворение), p. 630
Emily Dickinson. 1499. How firm Eternity must look... (стихотворение), p. 631
Emily Dickinson. 1500. It came his turn to beg —... (стихотворение), p. 631
Emily Dickinson. 1501. Its little Ether Hood... (стихотворение), p. 631
Emily Dickinson. 1502. I saw the wind within her... (стихотворение), p. 632
Emily Dickinson. 1503. More than the Grave is closed to me —... (стихотворение), p. 632
Emily Dickinson. 1504. Of whom so dear... (стихотворение), p. 632
Emily Dickinson. 1505. She could not live upon the Past... (стихотворение), p. 632
Emily Dickinson. 1506. Summer is shorter than any one —... (стихотворение), p. 633
Emily Dickinson. 1507. The Pile of Years is not so high... (стихотворение), p. 633
Emily Dickinson. 1508. You cannot make Remembrance grow... (стихотворение), p. 633
Emily Dickinson. 1509. Mine Enemy is growing old —... (стихотворение), p. 634
Emily Dickinson. 1510. How happy is the little Stone... (стихотворение), p. 634
Emily Dickinson. 1511. My country need not change her gown... (стихотворение), p. 634
Emily Dickinson. 1512. All things swept sole away... (стихотворение), p. 635
Emily Dickinson. 1513. “Go travelling with us!”... (стихотворение), p. 635
Emily Dickinson. 1514. An Antiquated Tree... (стихотворение), p. 635
Emily Dickinson. 1515. The Things that never can come back, are several —... (стихотворение), p. 635-636
Emily Dickinson. 1516. No Autumn's intercepting Chill... (стихотворение), p. 636
Emily Dickinson. 1517. How much of Source escapes with thee —... (стихотворение), p. 636
Emily Dickinson. 1518. Not seeing, still we know —... (стихотворение), p. 636
Emily Dickinson. 1519. The Dandelion's pallid tube... (стихотворение), p. 636-637
Emily Dickinson. . 1520. The stem of a departed Flower... (стихотворение), p. 637
Emily Dickinson. 1521. The Butterfly upon the Sky... (стихотворение), p. 637
Emily Dickinson. 1522. His little Hearse like Figure... (стихотворение), p. 637
Emily Dickinson. 1523. We never know we go when we are going —... (стихотворение), p. 638
Emily Dickinson. 1524. A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes... (стихотворение), p. 638
Emily Dickinson. 1525. He lived the Life of Ambush... (стихотворение), p. 638
Emily Dickinson. 1526. His oriental heresies... (стихотворение), p. 638
Emily Dickinson. 1527. Oh give it Motion — deck it sweet... (стихотворение), p. 639
Emily Dickinson. 1528. The Moon upon her fluent Route... (стихотворение), p. 639
Emily Dickinson. 1529. ʼTis Seasons since the Dimpled War... (стихотворение), p. 639-640
Emily Dickinson. 1530. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring... (стихотворение), p. 640
Emily Dickinson. 1531. Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier... (стихотворение), p. 640
Emily Dickinson. 1532. From all the Jails the Boys and Girls... (стихотворение), p. 640
Emily Dickinson. 1533. On that specific Pillow... (стихотворение), p. 641
Emily Dickinson. 1534. Society for me my misery... (стихотворение), p. 641
Emily Dickinson. 1535. The Life that tied too tight escapes... (стихотворение), p. 641
Emily Dickinson. 1536. There comes a warning like a spy... (стихотворение), p. 641
Emily Dickinson. 1537. Candor — my tepid friend —... (стихотворение), p. 642
Emily Dickinson. 1538. Follow wise Orion... (стихотворение), p. 642
Emily Dickinson. 1539. Now I lay thee down to Sleep —... (стихотворение), p. 642
Emily Dickinson. 1540. As imperceptibly as Grief... (стихотворение), p. 642-643
Emily Dickinson. 1541. No matter where the Saints abide... (стихотворение), p. 643
Emily Dickinson. 1542. Come show thy Durham Breast... (стихотворение), p. 643
Emily Dickinson. 1543. Obtaining but our own Extent... (стихотворение), p. 643
Emily Dickinson. 1544. Who has not found the Heaven — below... (стихотворение), p. 644
Emily Dickinson. 1545. The Bible is an antique Volume —... (стихотворение), p. 644
Emily Dickinson. 1546. Sweet Pirate of the heart... (стихотворение), p. 644
Emily Dickinson. 1547. Hope is a subtle Glutton —... (стихотворение), p. 645
Emily Dickinson. 1548. Meeting by Accident... (стихотворение), p. 645
Emily Dickinson. 1549. My Wars are laid away in Books —... (стихотворение), p. 645
Emily Dickinson. 1550. The pattern of the sun... (стихотворение), p. 646
Emily Dickinson. 1551. Those — dying then... (стихотворение), p. 646
Emily Dickinson. 1552. Within thy Grave!.. (стихотворение), p. 646
Emily Dickinson. 1553. Bliss is the plaything of the child —... (стихотворение), p. 646
Emily Dickinson. 1554. “Go tell it” — What a Message —... (стихотворение), p. 647
Emily Dickinson. 1555. I groped for him before I knew... (стихотворение), p. 647
Emily Dickinson. 1556. Image of Light, Adieu —... (стихотворение), p. 647
Emily Dickinson. 1557. Lives he in any other world... (стихотворение), p. 647-648
Emily Dickinson. 1558. Of Death I try to think like this —... (стихотворение), p. 648
Emily Dickinson. 1559. Tried always and Condemned by thee... (стихотворение), p. 648
Emily Dickinson. 1560. To be forgot by thee... (стихотворение), p. 648-649
Emily Dickinson. 1561. No Brigadier throughout the Year... (стихотворение), p. 649
Emily Dickinson. 1562. Her Losses make our Gains ashamed —... (стихотворение), p. 650
Emily Dickinson. 1563. By homely gift and hindered Words... (стихотворение), p. 650
Emily Dickinson. 1564. Pass to they Rendezvous of Light... (стихотворение), p. 650
Emily Dickinson. 1565. Some Arrows slay but whom they strike —... (стихотворение), p. 650
Emily Dickinson. 1566. Climbing to reach the costly Hearts... (стихотворение), p. 651
Emily Dickinson. 1567. The Heart has many Doors —... (стихотворение), p. 651
Emily Dickinson. 1568. To see her is a Picture —... (стихотворение), p. 651
Emily Dickinson. 1569. The Clock strikes one that just struck two —... (стихотворение), p. 651
Emily Dickinson. 1570. Forever honored by the Tree... (стихотворение), p. 652
Emily Dickinson. 1571. How slow the Wind —... (стихотворение), p. 652
Emily Dickinson. 1572. We wear our sober Dresses when we die... (стихотворение), p. 652
Emily Dickinson. 1573. To the bright east she flies... (стихотворение), p. 652-653
Emily Dickinson. 1574. No ladder needs the bird but skies... (стихотворение), p. 653
Emily Dickinson. 1575. The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings —... (стихотворение), p. 653
Emily Dickinson. 1576. The Spirit lasts — but in what mode —... (стихотворение), p. 654
Emily Dickinson. 1577. Morning is due to all —... (стихотворение), p. 654
Emily Dickinson. 1578. Blossoms will run away... (стихотворение), p. 654-655
Emily Dickinson. 1579. It would not know if it were spurned... (стихотворение), p. 655
Emily Dickinson. 1580. We shun it ere it comes... (стихотворение), p. 655
Emily Dickinson. 1581. The farthest Thunder that I heard... (стихотворение), p. 655-656
Emily Dickinson. 1582. Where Roses would not dare to go... (стихотворение), p. 656
Emily Dickinson. 1583. Witchcraft was hung, in History... (стихотворение), p. 656
Emily Dickinson. 1584. Expanse cannot be lost —... (стихотворение), p. 656-657
Emily Dickinson. 1585. The Bird her punctual music brings... (стихотворение), p. 657
Emily Dickinson. 1586. To her derided Home... (стихотворение), p. 657-658
Emily Dickinson. 1587. He ate and drank the precious Words —... (стихотворение), p. 658
Emily Dickinson. 1588. This Me — that walks and works — must die... (стихотворение), p. 658
Emily Dickinson. 1589. Cosmopolities without a plea... (стихотворение), p. 658-659
Emily Dickinson. 1590. Not at Home to Callers... (стихотворение), p. 659
Emily Dickinson. 1591. The Bobolink is gone —... (стихотворение), p. 659
Emily Dickinson. 1592. The Lassitudes of Contemplation... (стихотворение), p. 659
Emily Dickinson. 1593. There came a Wind like a Bugle —... (стихотворение), p. 659-660
Emily Dickinson. 1594. Immured in Heaven!.. (стихотворение), p. 660
Emily Dickinson. 1595. Declaiming Waters none may dread —... (стихотворение), p. 660
Emily Dickinson. 1596. Few, yet enough... (стихотворение), p. 660-661
Emily Dickinson. 1597. ʼTis not the swaying frame we miss... (стихотворение), p. 661
Emily Dickinson. 1598. Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights... (стихотворение), p. 661
Emily Dickinson. 1599. Though the great Waters sleep... (стихотворение), p. 661
Emily Dickinson. 1600. Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird... (стихотворение), p. 662
Emily Dickinson. 1601. Of God we ask one favor... (стихотворение), p. 662
Emily Dickinson. 1602. Pursuing you in your transitions... (стихотворение), p. 662
Emily Dickinson. 1603. The going from a world we know... (стихотворение), p. 662-663
Emily Dickinson. 1604. We send the Wave to find the Wave —... (стихотворение), p. 663
Emily Dickinson. 1605. Each that we lose takes part of us... (стихотворение), p. 663
Emily Dickinson. 1606. Quite empty, quite at rest... (стихотворение), p. 663
Emily Dickinson. 1607. Within that little Hive... (стихотворение), p. 664
Emily Dickinson. 1608. The ecstasy to guess... (стихотворение), p. 664
Emily Dickinson. 1609. Sunset that screens, reveals —... (стихотворение), p. 664
Emily Dickinson. 1610. Morning that comes but once... (стихотворение), p. 664
Emily Dickinson. 1611. Their dappled importunity... (стихотворение), p. 664
Emily Dickinson. 1612. The Auctioneer of Parting... (стихотворение), p. 665
Emily Dickinson. 1613. Not Sickness stains the Brave... (стихотворение), p. 665
Emily Dickinson. 1614. Parting with Thee reluctantly... (стихотворение), p. 665
Emily Dickinson. 1615. Oh what a Grace is this... (стихотворение), p. 665
Emily Dickinson. 1616. Who abdicated Ambush... (стихотворение), p. 666
Emily Dickinson. 1617. To try to speak, and miss the way... (стихотворение), p. 666
Emily Dickinson. 1618. There are two Mays... (стихотворение), p. 666
Emily Dickinson. 1619. Not knowing when the Dawn will come... (стихотворение), p. 666-667
Emily Dickinson. 1620. Circumference thou Bride of Awe... (стихотворение), p. 667
Emily Dickinson. 1621. A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot... (стихотворение), p. 667
Emily Dickinson. 1622. A Sloop of Amber slips away... (стихотворение), p. 667
Emily Dickinson. 1623. A World made penniless by that departure... (стихотворение), p. 667
Emily Dickinson. 1624. Apparently with no surprise... (стихотворение), p. 667-668
Emily Dickinson. 1625. Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee... (стихотворение), p. 668
Emily Dickinson. 1626. No Life can pompless pass away —... (стихотворение), p. 668
Emily Dickinson. 1627 (version I). The pedigree of Honey... (стихотворение), p. 668-669
Emily Dickinson. 1627 (version II). The Pedigree of Honey... (стихотворение), p. 669
Emily Dickinson. 1628. A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork... (стихотворение), p. 669
Emily Dickinson. 1629. Arrows enamored of his Heart —... (стихотворение), p. 669
Emily Dickinson. 1630. As from the earth the light Balloon... (стихотворение), p. 669-670
Emily Dickinson. 1631. Oh Future! thou secreted peace... (стихотворение), p. 670
Emily Dickinson. 1632. So give me back to Death —... (стихотворение), p. 670
Emily Dickinson. 1633. Still own thee — still thou art... (стихотворение), p. 670-671
Emily Dickinson. 1634. Talk not to me of Summer Trees... (стихотворение), p. 671
Emily Dickinson. 1635. The Jay his Castanet has struck... (стихотворение), p. 671
Emily Dickinson. 1636. The Sun in reigning to the West... (стихотворение), p. 671
Emily Dickinson. 1637. Is it too late to touch you, Dear?.. (стихотворение), p. 672
Emily Dickinson. 1638. Go thy great way!.. (стихотворение), p. 672
Emily Dickinson. 1639. A Letter is a joy of Earth —... (стихотворение), p. 672
Emily Dickinson. 1640. Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy... (стихотворение), p. 672
Emily Dickinson. 1641. Betrothed to Righteousness might be... (стихотворение), p. 672
Emily Dickinson. 1642. “Red Sea”, indeed! Talk not to me... (стихотворение), p. 673
Emily Dickinson. 1643. Extol thee — could I? Then I will... (стихотворение), p. 673
Emily Dickinson. 1644. Some one prepared this mighty show... (стихотворение), p. 673
Emily Dickinson. 1645. The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man... (стихотворение), p. 674
Emily Dickinson. 1646. Why should we hurry — why indeed?.. (стихотворение), p. 674
Emily Dickinson. 1647. Of Glory not a Beam is left... (стихотворение), p. 674
Emily Dickinson. 1648. The immortality she gave... (стихотворение), p. 674-675
Emily Dickinson. 1649. A Cap of Lead across the sky... (стихотворение), p. 675
Emily Dickinson. 1650. A lane of Yellow led the eye... (стихотворение), p. 675
Emily Dickinson. 1651. A Word made Flesh is seldom... (стихотворение), p. 675-676
Emily Dickinson. 1652. Advance is Life's condition... (стихотворение), p. 676
Emily Dickinson. 1653. As we pass Houses musing slow... (стихотворение), p. 676
Emily Dickinson. 1654. Beauty crowds me till I die... (стихотворение), p. 676
Emily Dickinson. 1655. Conferring with myself... (стихотворение), p. 677
Emily Dickinson. 1656. Down Time's quaint stream... (стихотворение), p. 677
Emily Dickinson. 1657. Eden is that old-fashioned House... (стихотворение), p. 677
Emily Dickinson. 1658. Endanger it, and the Demand... (стихотворение), p. 678
Emily Dickinson. 1659. Fame is a fickle food... (стихотворение), p. 678
Emily Dickinson. 1660. Glory is that bright tragic thing... (стихотворение), p. 678
Emily Dickinson. 1661. Guest am I to have... (стихотворение), p. 679
Emily Dickinson. 1662. He went by sleep that drowsy route... (стихотворение), p. 679
Emily Dickinson. 1663. His mind of man, a secret makes... (стихотворение), p. 679
Emily Dickinson. 1664. I did not reach Thee... (стихотворение), p. 679-680
Emily Dickinson. 1665. I know of people in the Grave... (стихотворение), p. 680-681
Emily Dickinson. 1666. I see thee clearer for the Grave... (стихотворение), p. 681
Emily Dickinson. 1667. I watched her face to see which way... (стихотворение), p. 681
Emily Dickinson. 1668. If I could tell how glad I was... (стихотворение), p. 681-682
Emily Dickinson. 1669. In snow thou comest —... (стихотворение), p. 682
Emily Dickinson. 1670. In Winter in my Room... (стихотворение), p. 682-683
Emily Dickinson. 1671. Judgment is justest... (стихотворение), p. 683
Emily Dickinson. 1672. Lightly stepped a yellow star... (стихотворение), p. 684
Emily Dickinson. 1673. Nature can do no more... (стихотворение), p. 684
Emily Dickinson. 1674. Not any sunny tone... (стихотворение), p. 684
Emily Dickinson. 1675. Of this is Day composed... (стихотворение), p. 685
Emily Dickinson. 1676. Of Yellow was the outer Sky... (стихотворение), p. 685
Emily Dickinson. 1677. On my volcano grows the Grass... (стихотворение), p. 685
Emily Dickinson. 1678. Peril as a Possession... (стихотворение), p. 685-686
Emily Dickinson. 1679. Rather arid delight... (стихотворение), p. 686
Emily Dickinson. 1680. Sometimes with the Heart... (стихотворение), p. 686
Emily Dickinson. 1681. Speech is one symptom of Affection... (стихотворение), p. 686
Emily Dickinson. 1682. Summer begins to have the look... (стихотворение), p. 687
Emily Dickinson. 1683. That she forgot me was the least... (стихотворение), p. 687
Emily Dickinson. 1684. The Blunder is in estimate... (стихотворение), p. 687-688
Emily Dickinson. 1685. The butterfly obtains... (стихотворение), p. 688
Emily Dickinson. 1686. The event was directly behind Him... (стихотворение), p. 688
Emily Dickinson. 1687. The gleam of an heroic Act... (стихотворение), p. 688-689
Emily Dickinson. 1688. The Hills erect their Purple Heads... (стихотворение), p. 689
Emily Dickinson. 1689. The look of thee, what is it like... (стихотворение), p. 689
Emily Dickinson. 1690. The ones that disappeared are back... (стихотворение), p. 689-690
Emily Dickinson. 1691. The overtakelessness of those... (стихотворение), p. 690
Emily Dickinson. 1692. The right to perish might be thought... (стихотворение), p. 690
Emily Dickinson. 1693. The Sun retired to a cloud... (стихотворение), p. 690
Emily Dickinson. 1694. The wind drew off... (стихотворение), p. 691
Emily Dickinson. 1695. There is a solitude of space... (стихотворение), p. 691
Emily Dickinson. 1696. These are the days that Reindeer love... (стихотворение), p. 691
Emily Dickinson. 1697. They talk as slow as Legends grow... (стихотворение), p. 691-692
Emily Dickinson. 1698. ʼTis easier to pity those when dead... (стихотворение), p. 692
Emily Dickinson. 1699. To do a magnanimous thing... (стихотворение), p. 692
Emily Dickinson. 1700. To tell the Beauty would decrease... (стихотворение), p. 692-693
Emily Dickinson. 1701. To their apartment deep... (стихотворение), p. 693
Emily Dickinson. 1702. Today or this noon... (стихотворение), p. 693
Emily Dickinson. 1703. ʼTwas comfort in her Dying Room... (стихотворение), p. 693
Emily Dickinson. 1704. Unto a broken heart... (стихотворение), p. 693-694
Emily Dickinson. 1705. Volcanoes be in Sicily... (стихотворение), p. 694
Emily Dickinson. 1706. When we have ceased to care... (стихотворение), p. 694
Emily Dickinson. 1707. Winter under cultivation... (стихотворение), p. 694
Emily Dickinson. 1708. Witchcraft has not a Pedigree... (стихотворение), p. 694
Emily Dickinson. 1709. With sweetness unabated... (стихотворение), p. 695
Emily Dickinson. 1710. A curious Cloud surprised the Sky... (стихотворение), p. 695
Emily Dickinson. 1711. A face devoid of love or grace... (стихотворение), p. 695
Emily Dickinson. 1712. A Pit — but Heaven over it —... (стихотворение), p. 696
Emily Dickinson. 1713. As subtle as tomorrow... (стихотворение), p. 696
Emily Dickinson. 1714. By a departing light... (стихотворение), p. 696
Emily Dickinson. 1715. Consulting summer's clock... (стихотворение), p. 697
Emily Dickinson. 1716. Death is like the insect... (стихотворение), p. 697
Emily Dickinson. 1717. Did life's penurious length... (стихотворение), p. 697
Emily Dickinson. 1718. Drowning is not so pitiful... (стихотворение), p. 698
Emily Dickinson. 1719. God is indeed a jealous God —... (стихотворение), p. 698
Emily Dickinson. 1720. Had I known that the first was the last... (стихотворение), p. 698
Emily Dickinson. 1721. He was my host — he was my guest... (стихотворение), p. 698-699
Emily Dickinson. 1722. Her face was in a bed of hair... (стихотворение), p. 699
Emily Dickinson. 1723. High from the earth I heard a bird... (стихотворение), p. 699-700
Emily Dickinson. 1724. How dare the robins sing... (стихотворение), p. 700
Emily Dickinson. 1725. I took one Draught of Life —... (стихотворение), p. 700
Emily Dickinson. 1726. If all the griefs I am to have... (стихотворение), p. 701
Emily Dickinson. 1727. If ever the lid gets off my head... (стихотворение), p. 701
Emily Dickinson. 1728. Is Immortality a bane... (стихотворение), p. 701
Emily Dickinson. 1729. I've got an arrow here... (стихотворение), p. 701-702
Emily Dickinson. 1730. “Lethe” in my flower... (стихотворение), p. 702
Emily Dickinson. 1731. Love can do all but raise the Dead... (стихотворение), p. 702
Emily Dickinson. 1732. My life closed twice before its close —... (стихотворение), p. 702-703
Emily Dickinson. 1733. No man saw awe, nor to his house... (стихотворение), p. 703
Emily Dickinson. 1734. Oh, honey of an hour... (стихотворение), p. 703
Emily Dickinson. 1735. One crown that no one seeks... (стихотворение), p. 703-704
Emily Dickinson. 1736. Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it... (стихотворение), p. 704
Emily Dickinson. 1737. Rearrange a “Wife's” affection!.. (стихотворение), p. 704-705
Emily Dickinson. 1738. Softened by Time's consummate plush... (стихотворение), p. 705
Emily Dickinson. 1739. Some say goodnight — at night —... (стихотворение), p. 705
Emily Dickinson. 1740. Sweet is the swamp with its secrets... (стихотворение), p. 705-706
Emily Dickinson. 1741. That it will never come again... (стихотворение), p. 706
Emily Dickinson. 1742. The distance that the dead have gone... (стихотворение), p. 706
Emily Dickinson. 1743. The grave my little cottage is... (стихотворение), p. 706-707
Emily Dickinson. 1744. The joy that has no stem no core... (стихотворение), p. 707
Emily Dickinson. 1745. The mob within the heart... (стихотворение), p. 707
Emily Dickinson. 1746. The most important population... (стихотворение), p. 707-708
Emily Dickinson. 1747. The parasol is the umbrella's daughter... (стихотворение), p. 708
Emily Dickinson. 1748. The reticent volcano keeps... (стихотворение), p. 708
Emily Dickinson. 1749. The waters chased him as he fled... (стихотворение), p. 708-709
Emily Dickinson. 1750. The words the happy say... (стихотворение), p. 709
Emily Dickinson. 1751. There comes an hour when begging stops... (стихотворение), p. 709
Emily Dickinson. 1752. This docile one inter... (стихотворение), p. 709
Emily Dickinson. 1753. Through those old Grounds of memory... (стихотворение), p. 710
Emily Dickinson. 1754. To lose thee — sweeter than to gain... (стихотворение), p. 710
Emily Dickinson. 1755. To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee... (стихотворение), p. 710
Emily Dickinson. 1756. ʼTwas here my summer paused... (стихотворение), p. 711
Emily Dickinson. 1757. Upon the gallows hung a wretch... (стихотворение), p. 711
Emily Dickinson. 1758. Where every bird is bold to go... (стихотворение), p. 711
Emily Dickinson. 1759. Which misses most... (стихотворение), p. 711-712
Emily Dickinson. 1760. Elysium is as far as to... (стихотворение), p. 712
Emily Dickinson. 1761. A train went through a burial gate... (стихотворение), p. 712
Emily Dickinson. 1762. Were natural mortal lady... (стихотворение), p. 712-713
Emily Dickinson. 1763. Fame is a bee... (стихотворение), p. 713
Emily Dickinson. 1764. The saddest noise, the sweetest noise... (стихотворение), p. 713-714
Emily Dickinson. 1765. That Love is all there is... (стихотворение), p. 714
Emily Dickinson. 1766. Those final Creatures, — who they are —... (стихотворение), p. 714
Emily Dickinson. 1767. Sweet hours have perished here... (стихотворение), p. 714
Emily Dickinson. 1768. Lad of Athens, faithful be... (стихотворение), p. 714
Emily Dickinson. 1769. The longest day that God appoints... (стихотворение), p. 714-715
Emily Dickinson. 1770. Experiment escorts us last —... (стихотворение), p. 715
Emily Dickinson. 1771. How fleet — how indiscreet an one —... (стихотворение), p. 715
Emily Dickinson. 1772. Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip... (стихотворение), p. 715
Emily Dickinson. 1773. The Summer that we did not prize... (стихотворение), p. 715
Emily Dickinson. 1774. Too happy Time dissolves itself... (стихотворение), p. 716
Emily Dickinson. 1775. The earth has many keys... (стихотворение), p. 716
Thomas H. Johnson. Acknowledgments, p. 717
Previous Collections, p. 719-720
Indexes
- Subject Index, p. 723-735
- Index of first lines, p. 737-770
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