Author:Emily Dickinson/900-999

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What did They do since I saw Them? -900-
Sweet, to have had them lost -901-
The first Day that I was a Life -902-
I hide myself within my flower -903-
Had I not This, or This, I said -904-
Between My Country—and the Others— -905-
The Admirations—and Contempts—of time— -906-
Till Death—is narrow Loving— -907-
'Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou -908-
I make His Crescent fill or lack— -909-
Experience is the Angled Road -910-
Too little way the House must lie -911-
Peace is a fiction of our Faith— -912-
And this of all my Hopes -913-
I cannot be ashamed -914-
Faith—is the Pierless Bridge -915-
His Feet are shod with Gauze— -916-
Love—is anterior to Life— -917-
Only a Shrine, but Mine— -918-
If I can stop one Heart from breaking -919-
We can but follow to the Sun— -920-
If it had no pencil -921-
Those who have been in the Grave the longest— -922-
How the Waters closed above Him -923-
Love—is that later Thing than Death— -924-
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning— -925-
Patience—has a quiet Outer— -926-
Absent Place—an April Day— -927-
The Heart has narrow Banks -928-
How far is it to Heaven? -929-
There is a June when Corn is cut -930-
Noon—is the Hinge of Day— -931-
My best Acquaintances are those -932-
Two Travellers perishing in Snow -933-
That is solemn we have ended -934-
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind -935-
This Dust, and its Feature— -936-
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind— -937-
Fairer through Fading—as the Day -938-
What I see not, I better see— -939-
On that dear Frame the Years had worn -940-
The Lady feeds Her little Bird -941-
Snow beneath whose chilly softness -942-
A Coffin—is a small Domain -943-
I learned—at least—what Home could be— -944-
This is a Blossom of the Brain— -945-
It is an honorable Thought -946-
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? -947-
'Twas Crisis—All the length had passed— -948-
Under the Light, yet under -949-
The Sunset stopped on Cottages -950-
As Frost is best conceived -951-
A Man may make a Remark— -952-
A Door just opened on a street— -953-
The Chemical conviction -954-
The Hollows round His eager Eyes -955-
What shall I do when the Summer troubles— -956-
As One does Sickness over -957-
We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints -958-
A loss of something ever felt I— -959-
As plan for Noon and plan for Night -960-
Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee -961-
Midsummer, was it, when They died— -962-
A nearness to Tremendousness— -963-
"Unto Me?" I do not know you— -964-
Denial—is the only fact -965-
All forgot for recollecting -966-
Pain—expands the Time— -967-
Fitter to see Him, I may be -968-
He who in Himself believes— -969-
Color—Caste—Denomination— -970-
Robbed by Death—but that was easy— -971-
Unfulfilled to Observation— -972-
'Twas awkward, but it fitted me— -973-
The Soul's distinct connection -974-
The Mountain sat upon the Plain -975-
Death is a Dialogue between -976-
Besides this May -977-
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon— -978-
This Merit hath the worst— -979-
Purple—is fashionable twice— -980-
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer -981-
No Other can reduce -982-
Ideals are the Fairly Oil -983-
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight -984-
The Missing All—prevented Me -985-
A narrow fellow in the grass -986-
The Leaves like Women interchange -987-
The Definition of Beauty is -988-
Gratitude—is not the mention -989-
Not all die early, dying young— -990-
She sped as Petals of a Rose -991-
The Dust behind I strove to join -992-
We miss Her, not because We see— -993-
Partake as doth the Bee -994-
This was in the White of the Year— -995-
We'll pass without the parting -996-
Crumbling is not an instant's Act -997-
Best Things dwell out of Sight -998-
Superfluous were the Sun -999-

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