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Emily Dickinson
The Complete Poems Of Emily Dickinson
авторский сборник, омнибус
Язык издания: английский
Составитель: Thomas H. Johnson
 Boston-Toronto: Little, Brown & Company, 1960 г.
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Страниц: 784
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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 (“I counted till they danced so…”) (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 Heart 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... (стихотворение), p. 151-152
- 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. I am ashamed — I hide... (стихотворение), p. 227
- Emily Dickinson. 473. Fashion My Spirit quaint – white –… (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 Cov8er 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 —... (стихотворение), 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 Diminution —... (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 could 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 Gentlemen 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 Fairy 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 in the 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 Boon 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 be 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. Cosmopolites 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 reining 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 nor 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
Примечание:
Год издания, тираж, формат не указаны.
Книга неоднократно переиздавалась с идентичным макетом, но с разными суперами и обложками:
- В качестве обложки № 1 представлен супер издания 1960 года, под которым обложка № 3.
- В качестве обложки № 2 представлен супер другого издания 1960 года, обложка под которым по оформлению идентична предыдущему изданию, но отличается цветом (представлена в доп. изображениях).
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