Much Madness Is Divinest Sense por Emily Dickinson Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
Me from Myself — to banish — por Emily Dickinson 642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
Conjecturing a Climate por Emily Dickinson 562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
Exhilaration is the Breeze por Emily Dickinson Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
Like Flowers, That Heard the News of Dews por Emily Dickinson 513 Like Flowers, that heard the news But never deemed the dripping priz Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s
A Night—there lay the Days between— por Emily Dickinson 471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
There Is an Arid Pleasure por Emily Dickinson 782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
A Death Blow Is a Life Blow to Some por Emily Dickinson 816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S Who till they died, did not alive Who had they lived, had died but w They died, Vitality begun.
The Spider Holds a Silver Ball por Emily Dickinson The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
Fate Slew Him, But He Did Not Drop por Emily Dickinson FATE slew him, but he did not dr She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv
