Not Sickness stains the Brave, por Emily Dickinson Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
I Cautious, Scanned my Little Life por Emily Dickinson 178 I cautious, scanned my little life I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l Should be a-dreaming laid.
The Sunset Stopped on Cottages por Emily Dickinson 950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’ Gone Westerly, Today—
I Went to Thank Her por Emily Dickinson 363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo
In Winter in my Room por Emily Dickinson 1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
Afraid! of Whom Am I Afraid? por Emily Dickinson 608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
87 a darting fear—a pomp—a tear por Emily Dickinson A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn. 3
I Tend my Flowers for Thee por Emily Dickinson 339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
I Play at Riches’to Appease por Emily Dickinson 801 I play at Riches’—to appease The Clamoring for Gold’— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were por Emily Dickinson 12 The morns are meeker than they wer The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
