Author:Emily Dickinson/100-199

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A science—so the Savants say -100-
Will there really be a "Morning"? -101-
Great Caesar! Condescend -102-
I have a King, who does not speak— -103-
Where I have lost, I softer tread— -104-
To hang our head—ostensibly— -105-
The Daisy follows soft the Sun— -106-
'Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! -107-
Surgeons must be very careful -108-
By a flower—By a letter— -109-
Artists wrestled here! -110-
The Bee is not afraid of me -111-
Where bells no more affright the morn— -112-
Our share of night to bear— -113-
Good night, because we must -114-
What Inn is this -115-
I had some things that I called mine— -116-
In rags mysterious as these -117-
My friend attacks my friend! -118-
Talk with prudence to a Beggar -119-
If this is "fading" -120-
As Watchers hang upon the East -121-
A something in a summer's Day -122-
Many cross the Rhine -123-
In lands I never saw—they say -124-
For each ecstatic instant -125-
To fight aloud, is very brave— -126-
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me— -127-
Bring me the sunset in a cup -128-
Cocoon above! Cocoon below! -129-
These are the days when Birds come back— -130-
Besides the Autumn poets sing -131-
I bring an unaccustomed wine -132-
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" -133-
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower -134-
Water, is taught by thirst -135-
Have you got a Brook in your little heart -136-
Flowers—Well—if anybody -137-
Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— -138-
Soul, Wilt thou toss again? -139-
An altered look about the hills— -140-
Some, too fragile for winter winds -141-
Whose are the little beds, I asked -142-
For every Bird a Nest— -143-
She bore it till the simple veins -144-
This heart that broke so long— -145-
On such a night, or such a night -146-
Bless God, he went as soldiers -147-
All overgrown by cunning moss -148-
She went as quiet as the Dew -149-
She died—this was the way she died -150-
Mute thy Coronation— -151-
The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low! -152-
Dust is the only Secret— -153-
Except to Heaven, she is nought -154-
The Murmur of a Bee -155-
You love me—you are sure— -156-
Musicians wrestle everywhere— -157-
Dying! Dying in the night! -158-
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— -159-
Just lost, when I was saved! -160-
A feather from the Whippoorwill -161-
My River runs to thee— -162-
Tho' my destiny be Fustian— -163-
Mama never forgets her birds -164-
A wounded Deer - leaps highest - -165-
I met a King this afternoon! -166-
To learn the Transport by the Pain -167-
If the foolish, call them "flowers"— -168-
In Ebon Box, when years have flown -169-
Portraits are to daily faces -170-
Wait till the Majesty of Death -171-
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! -172-
A fuzzy fellow, without feet -173-
At last, to be identified! -174-
I have never seen "Volcanoes"— -175-
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"! -176-
Ah, Necromancy Sweet! -177-
I cautious, scanned my little life— -178-
If I could bribe them by a Rose -179-
As if some little Arctic flower -180-
I lost a World - the other day! -181-
If I shouldn't be alive -182-
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes -183-
A transport one cannot contain -184-
"Faith" is a fine invention -185-
What shall I do—it whimpers so— -186-
How many times these low feet staggered— -187-
Make me a picture of the sun— -188-
It's such a little thing to weep— -189-
He was weak, and I was strong—then— -190-
The Skies can't keep their secret! -191-
Poor little Heart! -192-
I shall know why—when Time is over— -193-
On this long storm the Rainbow rose— -194-
For this—accepted Breath— -195-
We don't cry—Tim and I -196-
Morning—is the place for Dew— -197-
An awful Tempest mashed the air— -198-
I'm "wife"—I've finished that— -199-

Poetry by Emily Dickinson (edit list):
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