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Emily Dickinson «The Complete Poems»


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The Complete Poems

авторский сборник, первое издание

Язык издания: английский

Boston: Little, Brown, and Company, 1924 г. (июль)

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Тип обложки: твёрдая

Страниц: 344

Описание:

Стихотворения.

Содержание:

  1. Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Introduction (статья), стр. V-IX
  2. Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Note (примечание), стр. XI
  3. Contents, стр. XIII
  4. PART ONE. Life
    1. Emily Dickinson. “This is my letter to the world…” (стихотворение), стр. 2
    2. Emily Dickinson. I. “Success is counted sweetest...” (стихотворение), стр. 3
    3. Emily Dickinson. II. “Our share of night to bear…” (стихотворение), стр. 3
    4. Emily Dickinson. III. “Soul, wilt thou toss again?..” (стихотворение), стр. 4
    5. Emily Dickinson. IV. “’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much joy!..” (стихотворение), стр. 4-5
    6. Emily Dickinson. V. “Glee! the great storm is over!..” (стихотворение), стр. 5
    7. Emily Dickinson. VI. “If I can stop one heart from breaking…” (стихотворение), стр. 6
    8. Emily Dickinson. VII. “Within my reach!..” (стихотворение), стр. 6
    9. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “A wounded deer leaps highest…” (стихотворение), стр. 6-7
    10. Emily Dickinson. IX. “The heart asks pleasure first…” (стихотворение), стр. 7
    11. Emily Dickinson. X. “A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis…” (стихотворение), стр. 7-8
    12. Emily Dickinson. XI. “Much madness is divinest sense…” (стихотворение), стр. 9
    13. Emily Dickinson. XII. “I asked no other thing…” (стихотворение), стр. 9
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “The soul selects her own society…” (стихотворение), стр. 9-10
    15. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “Some things that fly there be, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 10
    16. Emily Dickinson. XV. “I know some lonely houses off the road…” (стихотворение), стр. 10-12
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “To fight aloud is very brave…” (стихотворение), стр. 12
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “When night is almost done…” (стихотворение), стр. 12
    19. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Read, sweet, how others strove…” (стихотворение), стр. 13
    20. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “Pain has an element of blank…” (стихотворение), стр. 13
    21. Emily Dickinson. XX. “I taste a liquor never brewed…” (стихотворение), стр. 14
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “He ate and drank the precious words…” (стихотворение), стр. 14
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “I had no time to hate, because…” (стихотворение), стр. 15
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “’Twas such a little, little boat…” (стихотворение), стр. 15
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “Whether my bark went down at sea…” (стихотворение), стр. 15-16
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “Belshazzar had a letter, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 16
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “The brain within its groove…” (стихотворение), стр. 16
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “I’m nobody! Who are you?..” (стихотворение), стр. 17
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “I bring an unaccustomed wine…” (стихотворение), стр. 17-18
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “The nearest dream recedes, unrealized…” (стихотворение), стр. 18
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “We play at paste…” (стихотворение), стр. 19
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “I found the phrase to every thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 19
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “Hope is the thing with feathers…” (стихотворение), стр. 19-20
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “Dare you see a soul at the white heat?..” (стихотворение), стр. 20
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “Who never lost, are unprepared…” (стихотворение), стр. 21
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “I can wade grief…” (стихотворение), стр. 21-22
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “I never hear the word “escape”…” (стихотворение), стр. 22
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “For each ecstatic instant…” (стихотворение), стр. 22
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “Through the straight pass of suffering…” (стихотворение), стр. 23
    40. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I meant to have but modest needs…” (стихотворение), стр. 23-24
    41. Emily Dickinson. XL. “The thought beneath so slight a film…” (стихотворение), стр. 24
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “The soul unto itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 25
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “Surgeons must be careful…” (стихотворение), стр. 25
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “I like to see it lap the miles…” (стихотворение), стр. 25-26
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “The show is not the show…” (стихотворение), стр. 26
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “Delight becomes pictorial…” (стихотворение), стр. 26
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “A thought went up my mind to-day…” (стихотворение), стр. 27
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Is Heaven a physician?..” (стихотворение), стр. 27
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “Though I get home how late, how late!..” (стихотворение), стр. 28
    50. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “A poor torn heart, a tattered heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 28-29
    51. Emily Dickinson. L. “I should have been too glad, I see…” (стихотворение), стр. 29-30
    52. Emily Dickinson. LI. “It tossed and tossed, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 30
    53. Emily Dickinson. LII. “Victory comes late…” (стихотворение), стр. 30-31
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “God gave a loaf to every bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 31
    55. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “Experiment to me…” (стихотворение), стр. 32
    56. Emily Dickinson. LV. “My country need not change her gown…” (стихотворение), стр. 32
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “Faith is a fine invention…” (стихотворение), стр. 32
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “Except the heaven had come so near…” (стихотворение), стр. 33
    59. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Portraits are to daily faces…” (стихотворение), стр. 33
    60. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “I took my power in my hand…” (стихотворение), стр. 33
    61. Emily Dickinson. LX. “A shady friend for torrid days…” (стихотворение), стр. 34
    62. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “Each life converges to some centre…” (стихотворение), стр. 34-35
    63. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Before I got my eye put out…” (стихотворение), стр. 35-36
    64. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “Talk with prudence to a beggar…” (стихотворение), стр. 36
    65. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “He preached upon “breadth” till it argued him narrow, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 36
    66. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Good night! which put the candle out?..” (стихотворение), стр. 37
    67. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “When I hoped I feared…” (стихотворение), стр. 37
    68. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “A deed knocks first at thought...” (стихотворение), стр. 37-38
    69. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “Mine enemy is growing old, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 38
    70. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Remorse is memory awake…” (стихотворение), стр. 38-39
    71. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “The body grows outside, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 39
    72. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “Undue significance a starving man attaches…” (стихотворение), стр. 39
    73. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “Heart not so heavy as mine…” (стихотворение), стр. 40
    74. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “I many times thought peace had come…” (стихотворение), стр. 40-41
    75. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “Unto my books so good to turn…” (стихотворение), стр. 41
    76. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “This merit hath the worst, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 41-42
    77. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “I had been hungry all the years…” (стихотворение), стр. 42
    78. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “I gained it so…” (стихотворение), стр. 43
    79. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “To learn the transport by the pain…” (стихотворение), стр. 43-44
    80. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “I years had been from home…” (стихотворение), стр. 44-45
    81. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “Prayer is the little implement…” (стихотворение), стр. 45
    82. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “I know that he exists…” (стихотворение), стр. 45-46
    83. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “Musicians wrestle everywhere…” (стихотворение), стр. 46-47
    84. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “Just lost when I was saved!..” (стихотворение), стр. 47
    85. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “’Tis little I could care for pearls…” (стихотворение), стр. 48
    86. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “Superiority to fate…” (стихотворение), стр. 48
    87. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “Hope is a subtle glutton…” (стихотворение), стр. 48-49
    88. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Forbidden fruit a flavor has…” (стихотворение), стр. 49
    89. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “Heaven is what I cannot reach!..” (стихотворение), стр. 49
    90. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “A word is dead…” (стихотворение), стр. 49
    91. Emily Dickinson. XC. “To venerate the simple days…” (стихотворение), стр. 50
    92. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “It’s such a little thing to weep…” (стихотворение), стр. 50
    93. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “Drowning is not so pitiful…” (стихотворение), стр. 50-51
    94. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “How still the bells in steeples stand…” (стихотворение), стр. 51
    95. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “If the foolish call them “flowers”…” (стихотворение), стр. 51-52
    96. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Could any mortal lip divine…” (стихотворение), стр. 52
    97. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “My life closed twice before its close…” (стихотворение), стр. 52
    98. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “We never know how high we are…” (стихотворение), стр. 53
    99. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “While I was fearing it, it came…” (стихотворение), стр. 53
    100. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “There is no frigate like a book…” (стихотворение), стр. 53-54
    101. Emily Dickinson. C. “Who has not found the heaven below…” (стихотворение), стр. 54
    102. Emily Dickinson. CI. “A face devoid of love or grace...” (стихотворение), стр. 54
    103. Emily Dickinson. CII. “I had a guinea golden…” (стихотворение), стр. 54-55
    104. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “From all the jails the boys and girls…” (стихотворение), стр. 56
    105. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “Few get enough, — enough is one…” (стихотворение), стр. 56
    106. Emily Dickinson. CV. “Upon the gallows hung a wretch…” (стихотворение), стр. 56
    107. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “I felt a cleavage in my mind…” (стихотворение), стр. 57
    108. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “The reticent volcano keeps…” (стихотворение), стр. 57
    109. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “If recollecting were forgetting…” (стихотворение), стр. 58
    110. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “The farthest thunder that I heard…” (стихотворение), стр. 58-59
    111. Emily Dickinson. CX. “On the bleakness of my lot…” (стихотворение), стр. 59
    112. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “A door just opened on a street —…” (стихотворение), стр. 59
    113. Emily Dickinson. CXII. “Are friends delight or pain?..” (стихотворение), стр. 60
    114. Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “Ashes denote that fire was…” (стихотворение), стр. 60
    115. Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “Fate slew him, but he did not drop…” (стихотворение), стр. 60-61
    116. Emily Dickinson. CXV. “Finite to fail, but infinite to venture…” (стихотворение), стр. 61
    117. Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “I measure every grief I meet…” (стихотворение), стр. 61-62
    118. Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “I have a king who does not speak…” (стихотворение), стр. 63
    119. Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “It dropped so low in my regard…” (стихотворение), стр. 63-64
    120. Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “To lose one’s faith surpasses…” (стихотворение), стр. 64
    121. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “I had a daily bliss…” (стихотворение), стр. 64
    122. Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “I worked for chaff, and earning wheat…” (стихотворение), стр. 65
    123. Emily Dickinson. CXXII. “Life, and Death, and Giants…” (стихотворение), стр. 65
    124. Emily Dickinson. CXXIII. “Our lives are Swiss, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 65-66
    125. Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “Remembrance has a rear and front, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 66
    126. Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “To hang our head ostensibly…” (стихотворение), стр. 66
    127. Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “The brain is wider than the sky…” (стихотворение), стр. 67
    128. Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “The bone that has no marrow…” (стихотворение), стр. 67
    129. Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “The past is such a curious creature…” (стихотворение), стр. 68
    130. Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “To help our bleaker parts…” (стихотворение), стр. 68
    131. Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “What soft, cherubic creatures…” (стихотворение), стр. 68-69
    132. Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “Who never wanted, — maddest joy…” (стихотворение), стр. 69
    133. Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “It might be easier…” (стихотворение), стр. 69
    134. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “You cannot put a fire out…” (стихотворение), стр. 69-70
    135. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “A modest lot, a fame petite...” (стихотворение), стр. 70
    136. Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “Is bliss, then, such abyss…” (стихотворение), стр. 70
    137. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “I stepped from plank to plank…” (стихотворение), стр. 71
    138. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “One day is there of the series…” (стихотворение), стр. 71
    139. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Softened by Time’s consummate plush…” (стихотворение), стр. 72
  5. PART TWO. Nature
    1. Emily Dickinson. “My nosegays are for captives…” (стихотворение), стр. 74
    2. Emily Dickinson. I. “Nature, the gentlest mother…” (стихотворение), стр. 75
    3. Emily Dickinson. II. “Will there really be a morning?..” (стихотворение), стр. 76
    4. Emily Dickinson. III. “At half-past three a single bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 76
    5. Emily Dickinson. IV. “The day came slow, till five o’clock…” (стихотворение), стр. 77
    6. Emily Dickinson. V. “The sun just touched the morning…” (стихотворение), стр. 77-78
    7. Emily Dickinson. VI. “The robin is the one…” (стихотворение), стр. 78
    8. Emily Dickinson. VII. “From cocoon forth a butterfly…” (стихотворение), стр. 79
    9. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Before you thought of spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 80
    10. Emily Dickinson. IX. “An altered look about the hills…” (стихотворение), стр. 80-81
    11. Emily Dickinson. X. “Whose are the little beds,” I asked…” (стихотворение), стр. 81-82
    12. Emily Dickinson. XI. “Pigmy seraphs gone astray…” (стихотворение), стр. 82-83
    13. Emily Dickinson. XII. “To hear an oriole sing…” (стихотворение), стр. 83
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “One of the ones that Midas touched…” (стихотворение), стр. 83-84
    15. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “I dreaded that first robin so…” (стихотворение), стр. 73-85-86
    16. Emily Dickinson. XV. “A route of evanescence…” (стихотворение), стр. 86
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “The skies can’t keep their secret!..” (стихотворение), стр. 86-87
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “Who robbed the woods…” (стихотворение), стр. 87
    19. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Two butterflies went out at noon…” (стихотворение), стр. 87-88
    20. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “I started early, took my dog…” (стихотворение), стр. 88-89
    21. Emily Dickinson. XX. “Arcturus is his other name, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 89-90
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “An awful tempest mashed the air…” (стихотворение), стр. 90
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “An everywhere of silver…” (стихотворение), стр. 90
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “A bird came down the walk…” (стихотворение), стр. 91
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “A narrow fellow in the grass…” (стихотворение), стр. 92-92
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “The mushroom is the elf of plants…” (стихотворение), стр. 92-93
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “There came a wind like a bugle…” (стихотворение), стр. 93-94
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “A spider sewed at night…” (стихотворение), стр. 94
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “I know a place where summer strives…” (стихотворение), стр. 94-95
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “The one that could repeat the summer day…” (стихотворение), стр. 95
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “The wind tapped like a tired man…” (стихотворение), стр. 95-96
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “Nature rarer uses yellow…” (стихотворение), стр. 96
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “The leaves, like women, interchange…” (стихотворение), стр. 96-97
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “How happy is the little stone…” (стихотворение), стр. 97
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “It sounded as if the streets were running…” (стихотворение), стр. 97
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “The rat is the concisest tenant…” (стихотворение), стр. 98
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “Frequently the woods are pink…” (стихотворение), стр. 98
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “The wind begun to rock the grass…” (стихотворение), стр. 99
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “South winds jostle them…” (стихотворение), стр. 99-100
    40. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “Bring me the sunset in a cup…” (стихотворение), стр. 100-101
    41. Emily Dickinson. XL. “She sweeps with many-colored brooms…” (стихотворение), стр. 101
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Like mighty footlights burned the red…” (стихотворение), стр. 101
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “Where ships of purple gently toss…” (стихотворение), стр. 102
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Blazing in gold and quenching in purple…” (стихотворение), стр. 102
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “Farther in summer than the birds…” (стихотворение), стр. 102-103
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “As imperceptibly as grief…” (стихотворение), стр. 103
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “It can’t be summer, — that got through…” (стихотворение), стр. 104
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “The gentian weaves her fringes…” (стихотворение), стр. 104-105
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “God made a little gentian…” (стихотворение), стр. 105
    50. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “Besides the autumn poets sing…” (стихотворение), стр. 105-106
    51. Emily Dickinson. L. “It sifts from leaden sieves…” (стихотворение), стр. 106-107
    52. Emily Dickinson. LI. “No brigadier throughout the year…” (стихотворение), стр. 107-108
    53. Emily Dickinson. LII. “New feet within my garden go…” (стихотворение), стр. 108
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “Pink, small, and punctual…” (стихотворение), стр. 108-109
    55. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “The murmur of a bee…” (стихотворение), стр. 109
    56. Emily Dickinson. LV. “Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?..” (стихотворение), стр. 110
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “The pedigree of honey…” (стихотворение), стр. 110
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “Some keep the Sabbath going to Church…” (стихотворение), стр. 110-111
    59. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “The bee is not afraid of me…” (стихотворение), стр. 111
    60. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “Some rainbow coming from the fair!..” (стихотворение), стр. 111-112
    61. Emily Dickinson. LX. “The grass so little has to do, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 112-113
    62. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “A little road not made of man…” (стихотворение), стр. 113
    63. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “A drop fell on the apple tree…” (стихотворение), стр. 113-114
    64. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “A something in a summer’s day…” (стихотворение), стр. 114-115
    65. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “This is the land the sunset washes…” (стихотворение), стр. 116
    66. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Like trains of cars on tracks of plush…” (стихотворение), стр. 116
    67. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “There is a flower that bees prefer…” (стихотворение), стр. 117-118
    68. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn…” (стихотворение), стр. 118
    69. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “As children bid the guest good-night…” (стихотворение), стр. 118
    70. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Angels in the early morning…” (стихотворение), стр. 119
    71. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “So bashful when I spied her…” (стихотворение), стр. 119
    72. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “It makes no difference abroad…” (стихотворение), стр. 120
    73. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “The mountain sat upon the plain…” (стихотворение), стр. 120
    74. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 121
    75. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “The butterfly’s assumption-gown…” (стихотворение), стр. 121
    76. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “Of all the sounds despatched abroad…” (стихотворение), стр. 122
    77. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “Apparently with no surprise…” (стихотворение), стр. 122-123
    78. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “’Twas later when the summer went…” (стихотворение), стр. 123
    79. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “These are the days when birds come back…” (стихотворение), стр. 123-124
    80. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “The morns are meeker than they were…” (стихотворение), стр. 124
    81. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “The sky is low, the clouds are mean…” (стихотворение), стр. 124-125
    82. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “I think the hemlock likes to stand…” (стихотворение), стр. 125
    83. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “There’s a certain slant of light…” (стихотворение), стр. 125-126
    84. Emily Dickinson. “The springtime’s pallid landscape…” (отрывок), стр. 126-127
    85. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “She slept beneath a tree…” (стихотворение), стр. 127
    86. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “A light exists in spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 127-128
    87. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “A lady red upon the hill…” (стихотворение), стр. 128
    88. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Dear March, come in!..” (стихотворение), стр. 129
    89. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “We like March, his shoes are purple…” (стихотворение), стр. 130
    90. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “Not knowing when the dawn will come…” (стихотворение), стр. 130
    91. Emily Dickinson. XC. “A murmur in the trees to note…” (стихотворение), стр. 130-131
    92. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “Morning is the place for dew…” (стихотворение), стр. 131
    93. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “To my quick ear the leaves conferred…” (стихотворение), стр. 131
    94. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “A sepal, petal, and a thorn…” (стихотворение), стр. 132
    95. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “High from the earth I heard a bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 132
    96. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “The spider as an artist…” (стихотворение), стр. 133
    97. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “What mystery pervades a well!..” (стихотворение), стр. 133-134
    98. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 134
    99. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “It’s like the light, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 116-134
    100. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “A dew sufficed itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 135
    101. Emily Dickinson. C. “His bill an auger is…” (стихотворение), стр. 135
    102. Emily Dickinson. CI. “Sweet is the swamp with its secrets…” (стихотворение), стр. 135-136
    103. Emily Dickinson. CII. “Could I but ride indefinite…” (стихотворение), стр. 136
    104. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “The moon was but a chin of gold…” (стихотворение), стр. 137
    105. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “The bat is dun with wrinkled wings…” (стихотворение), стр. 137-138
    106. Emily Dickinson. CV. “You’ve seen balloons set, haven’t you?..” (стихотворение), стр. 139
    107. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “The cricket sang…” (стихотворение), стр. 139
    108. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Drab habitation of whom?..” (стихотворение), стр. 139
    109. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “A sloop of amber slips away…” (стихотворение), стр. 140
    110. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “Of bronze and blaze…” (стихотворение), стр. 140
    111. Emily Dickinson. CX. “How the old mountains drip with sunset…” (стихотворение), стр. 141
    112. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “The murmuring of bees has ceased…” (стихотворение), стр. 142
  6. PART THREE. Love
    1. Emily Dickinson. “It’s all I have to bring to-day…” (стихотворение), стр. 144
    2. Emily Dickinson. I. “Mine by the right of my white election!..” (стихотворение), стр. 145
    3. Emily Dickinson. II. “You left me, sweet, two legacies, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 145
    4. Emily Dickinson. III. “Alter? When the hills do…” (стихотворение), стр. 145-146
    5. Emily Dickinson. IV. “Elysium is as far as to…” (стихотворение), стр. 146
    6. Emily Dickinson. V. “Doubt me, my dim companion!..” (стихотворение), стр. 146-147
    7. Emily Dickinson. VI. “If you were coming in the fall…” (стихотворение), стр. 147
    8. Emily Dickinson. VII. “I hide myself within my flower…” (стихотворение), стр. 148
    9. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “That I did always love…” (стихотворение), стр. 148
    10. Emily Dickinson. IX. “Have you got a brook in your little heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 149
    11. Emily Dickinson. X. “As if some little Arctic flower…” (стихотворение), стр. 149-150
    12. Emily Dickinson. XI. “My river runs to thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 150
    13. Emily Dickinson. XII. “I cannot live with you…” (стихотворение), стр. 150-152
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “There came a day at summer’s full…” (стихотворение), стр. 152-153
    15. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs…” (стихотворение), стр. 153-154
    16. Emily Dickinson. XV. “’Twas a long parting, but the time…” (стихотворение), стр. 154-155
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “I’m wife; I’ve finished that…” (стихотворение), стр. 155
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “She rose to his requirement, dropped…” (стихотворение), стр. 155-156
    19. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Come slowly, Eden!..” (стихотворение), стр. 156
    20. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “Of all the souls that stand create…” (стихотворение), стр. 156-157
    21. Emily Dickinson. XX. “I have no life but this…” (стихотворение), стр. 157
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “Your riches taught me poverty…” (стихотворение), стр. 157-158
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “I gave myself to him…” (стихотворение), стр. 159
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him —…” (стихотворение), стр. 159-160
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “The way I read a letter’s this…” (стихотворение), стр. 160-161
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “Wild nights! Wild nights!..” (стихотворение), стр. 161
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “The night was wide, and furnished scant…” (стихотворение), стр. 161-162
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “Did the harebell loose her girdle…” (стихотворение), стр. 162
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “A charm invests a face…” (стихотворение), стр. 163
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “The rose did caper on her cheek…” (стихотворение), стр. 163
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “In lands I never saw, they say…” (стихотворение), стр. 164
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “The moon is distant from the sea…” (стихотворение), стр. 164
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “He put the belt around my life, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 165
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “I held a jewel in my fingers…” (стихотворение), стр. 165
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “What if I say I shall not wait?..” (стихотворение), стр. 166
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it…” (стихотворение), стр. 166
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “My worthiness is all my doubt…” (стихотворение), стр. 167-167
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “Love is anterior to life…” (стихотворение), стр. 167
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “One blessing had I, than the rest…” (стихотворение), стр. 167-168
    40. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “When roses cease to bloom, dear…” (стихотворение), стр. 168
    41. Emily Dickinson. XL. “Summer for thee grant I may be…” (стихотворение), стр. 168-169
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Split the lark and you’ll find the music…” (стихотворение), стр. 169
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “To lose thee, sweeter than to gain…” (стихотворение), стр. 169
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Poor little heart!..” (стихотворение), стр. 170
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “There is a word…” (стихотворение), стр. 170-171
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “I’ve got an arrow here…” (стихотворение), стр. 171
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “He fumbles at your spirit…” (стихотворение), стр. 171-172
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Heart, we will forget him!..” (стихотворение), стр. 172
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “Father, I bring thee not myself, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 172
    50. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “We outgrow love like other things…” (стихотворение), стр. 173
    51. Emily Dickinson. L. “Not with a club the heart is broken…” (стихотворение), стр. 173
    52. Emily Dickinson. LI. “My friend must be a bird…” (стихотворение), стр. 173
    53. Emily Dickinson. LII. “He touched me, so I live to know…” (стихотворение), стр. 174
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “Let me not mar that perfect dream…” (стихотворение), стр. 174
    55. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “I live with him, I see his face…” (стихотворение), стр. 174-175
    56. Emily Dickinson. LV. “I envy seas whereon he rides…” (стихотворение), стр. 175-176
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “A solemn thing it was, I said…” (стихотворение), стр. 176
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “Title divine is mine…” (стихотворение), стр. 176-177
  7. PART FOUR. Time and Eternity
    1. Emily Dickinson. I. “One dignity delays for all…” (стихотворение), стр. 181
    2. Emily Dickinson. II. “Delayed till she had ceased to know…” (стихотворение), стр. 181-182
    3. Emily Dickinson. III. “Departed to the judgment…” (стихотворение), стр. 182
    4. Emily Dickinson. IV. “Safe in their alabaster chambers…” (стихотворение), стр. 182-183
    5. Emily Dickinson. V. “On this long storm the rainbow rose…” (стихотворение), стр. 183
    6. Emily Dickinson. VI. “My cocoon tightens, colors tease…” (стихотворение), стр. 184
    7. Emily Dickinson. VII. “Exultation is the going…” (стихотворение), стр. 184
    8. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Look back on time with kindly eyes…” (стихотворение), стр. 185
    9. Emily Dickinson. IX. “A train went through a burial gate…” (стихотворение), стр. 185
    10. Emily Dickinson. X. “I died for beauty, but was scarce…” (стихотворение), стр. 185-186
    11. Emily Dickinson. XI. “How many times these low feet staggered…” (стихотворение), стр. 186
    12. Emily Dickinson. XII. “I like a look of agony…” (стихотворение), стр. 186-187
    13. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “That short, potential stir…” (стихотворение), стр. 187
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “I went to thank her…” (стихотворение), стр. 187
    15. Emily Dickinson. XV. “I’ve seen a dying eye…” (стихотворение), стр. 188
    16. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “The clouds their backs together laid…” (стихотворение), стр. 188
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “I never saw a moor…” (стихотворение), стр. 188-189
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “God permits industrious angels…” (стихотворение), стр. 189
    19. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “To know just how he suffered would be dear…” (стихотворение), стр. 189-190
    20. Emily Dickinson. XX. “The last night that she lived…” (стихотворение), стр. 190-191
    21. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “Not in this world to see his face…” (стихотворение), стр. 191-192
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “The bustle in a house…” (стихотворение), стр. 192
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “I reason, earth is short…” (стихотворение), стр. 192
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?..” (стихотворение), стр. 193
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “The sun kept setting, setting still…” (стихотворение), стр. 193-194
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “Two swimmers wrestled on the spar…” (стихотворение), стр. 194
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “Because I could not stop for Death…” (стихотворение), стр. 194-195
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “She went as quiet as the dew…” (стихотворение), стр. 195
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “At last to be identified!..” (стихотворение), стр. 196
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “Except to heaven, she is naught…” (стихотворение), стр. 196
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “Death is a dialogue between…” (стихотворение), стр. 196-197
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “It was too late for man…” (стихотворение), стр. 197
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “When I was small, a woman died…” (стихотворение), стр. 197-198
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “The daisy follows soft the sun…” (стихотворение), стр. 198
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “No rack can torture me…” (стихотворение), стр. 198-199
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “I lost a world the other day…” (стихотворение), стр. 199
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “If I shouldn’t be alive…” (стихотворение), стр. 199-200
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “Sleep is supposed to be…” (стихотворение), стр. 200
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I shall know why, when time is over…” (стихотворение), стр. 200-201
    40. Emily Dickinson. XL. “I never lost as much but twice…” (стихотворение), стр. 201
    41. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Let down the bars, О Death!..” (стихотворение), стр. 201
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “Going to heaven!..” (стихотворение), стр. 202
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “At least to pray is left, is left…” (стихотворение), стр. 203
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “Step lightly on this narrow spot!..” (стихотворение), стр. 203
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “Morns like these we parted…” (стихотворение), стр. 203-204
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “A death-blow is a life-blow to some…” (стихотворение), стр. 204
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “I read my sentence steadily…” (стихотворение), стр. 204-205
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “I have not told my garden yet…” (стихотворение), стр. 205
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars…” (стихотворение), стр. 206
    50. Emily Dickinson. L. “The only ghost I ever saw…” (стихотворение), стр. 206
    51. Emily Dickinson. LI. “Some, too fragile for winter winds…” (стихотворение), стр. 207
    52. Emily Dickinson. LII. “As by the dead we love to sit…” (стихотворение), стр. 207
    53. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “Death sets a thing significant…” (стихотворение), стр. 208
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “I went to heaven, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 208-209
    55. Emily Dickinson. LV. “Their height in heaven comforts not…” (стихотворение), стр. 209-210
    56. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “There is a shame of nobleness…” (стихотворение), стр. 210
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “A triumph may be of several kinds…” (стихотворение), стр. 210-211
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Pompless no life can pass away…” (стихотворение), стр. 211
    59. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “I noticed people disappeared…” (стихотворение), стр. 211
    60. Emily Dickinson. LX. “I had no cause to be awake…” (стихотворение), стр. 183-212
    61. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “If anybody’s friend be dead…” (стихотворение), стр. 212-213
    62. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Our journey had advanced…” (стихотворение), стр. 213-214
    63. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “Ample make this bed…” (стихотворение), стр. 185-214
    64. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “On such a night, or such a night…” (стихотворение), стр. 214-215
    65. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Essential oils are wrung…” (стихотворение), стр. 215-216
    66. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “I lived on dread; to those who know…” (стихотворение), стр. 216
    67. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “If I should die…” (стихотворение), стр. 216-217
    68. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “Her final summer was it…” (стихотворение), стр. 217
    69. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “One need not be a chamber to be haunted…” (стихотворение), стр. 218
    70. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “She died, — this was the way she died…” (стихотворение), стр. 218-219
    71. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “Wait till the majesty of Death…” (стихотворение), стр. 219
    72. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “Went up a year this evening!..” (стихотворение), стр. 2190-220
    73. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “Taken from men this morning…” (стихотворение), стр. 220-221
    74. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “What inn is this…” (стихотворение), стр. 221
    75. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “It was not death, for I stood up…” (стихотворение), стр. 221-222
    76. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “I should not dare to leave my friend…” (стихотворение), стр. 222-223
    77. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “Great streets of silence led away…” (стихотворение), стр. 223
    78. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “A throe upon the features…” (стихотворение), стр. 223
    79. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “Of tribulation these are they…” (стихотворение), стр. 224
    80. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “I think just how my shape will rise…” (стихотворение), стр. 224-225
    81. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “After a hundred years…” (стихотворение), стр. 225
    82. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “Lay this laurel on the one…” (стихотворение), стр. 225
    83. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “This world is not conclusion…” (стихотворение), стр. 226
    84. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “We learn in the retreating…” (стихотворение), стр. 226
    85. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “They say that “time assuages,” —…” (стихотворение), стр. 226-227
    86. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “We cover thee, sweet face…” (стихотворение), стр. 227
    87. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “That is solemn we have ended, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 227
    88. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “The stimulus, beyond the grave…” (стихотворение), стр. 228
    89. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “Given in marriage unto thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 228
    90. Emily Dickinson. XC. “That such have died enables us…” (стихотворение), стр. 228
    91. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “They won’t frown always, — some sweet day…” (стихотворение), стр. 228-229
    92. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “’Tis an honorable thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 229
    93. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “The distance that the dead have gone…” (стихотворение), стр. 229
    94. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “How dare the robins sing…” (стихотворение), стр. 230
    95. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Death is like the insect…” (стихотворение), стр. 199-230-231
    96. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “’Tis sunrise, little maid, hast thou…” (стихотворение), стр. 231
    97. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “Each that we lose takes part of us…” (стихотворение), стр. 231
    98. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “Not any higher stands the grave…” (стихотворение), стр. 232
    99. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “As far from pity as complaint…” (стихотворение), стр. 232
    100. Emily Dickinson. C. “’Tis whiter than an Indian pipe…” (стихотворение), стр. 233
    101. Emily Dickinson. CI. “She laid her docile crescent down…” (стихотворение), стр. 233
    102. Emily Dickinson. CII. “Bless God, he went as soldiers…” (стихотворение), стр. 234
    103. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “Immortal is an ample word…” (стихотворение), стр. 234
    104. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “Where every bird is bold to go…” (стихотворение), стр. 234
    105. Emily Dickinson. CV. “The grave my little cottage is…” (стихотворение), стр. 235
    106. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “This was in the white of the year…” (стихотворение), стр. 235
    107. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Sweet hours have perished here…” (стихотворение), стр. 235
    108. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “Me! Come! My dazzled face…” (стихотворение), стр. 236
    109. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “From us she wandered now a year…” (стихотворение), стр. 236
    110. Emily Dickinson. CX. “I wish I knew that woman’s name…” (стихотворение), стр. 237
    111. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “Bereaved of all, I went abroad…” (стихотворение), стр. 237
    112. Emily Dickinson. CXII. “I felt a funeral in my brain…” (стихотворение), стр. 238
    113. Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “I meant to find her when I came…” (стихотворение), стр. 238-239
    114. Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “I sing to use the waiting…” (стихотворение), стр. 239
    115. Emily Dickinson. CXV. “A sickness of this world it most occasions…” (стихотворение), стр. 239-240
    116. Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “Superfluous were the sun…” (стихотворение), стр. 240
    117. Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “So proud she was to die…” (стихотворение), стр. 207-240
    118. Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “Tie the strings to my life, my Lord…” (стихотворение), стр. 241
    119. Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “The dying need but little, dear, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 241
    120. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “There’s something quieter than sleep…” (стихотворение), стр. 242
    121. Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “The soul should always stand ajar…” (стихотворение), стр. 242
    122. Emily Dickinson. CXXII. “Three weeks passed since I had seen her, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 243
    123. Emily Dickinson. CXXIII. “I breathed enough to learn the tricks…” (стихотворение), стр. 243
    124. Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “I wonder if the sepulchre…” (стихотворение), стр. 244
    125. Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “If tolling bell I ask the cause…” (стихотворение), стр. 244
    126. Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “If I may have it when it’s dead…” (стихотворение), стр. 244-245
    127. Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “Before the ice is in the pools…” (стихотворение), стр. 245
    128. Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “I heard a fly buzz when I died…” (стихотворение), стр. 245-246
    129. Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “Adrift! A little boat adrift!..” (стихотворение), стр. 246
    130. Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “There’s been a death in the opposite house…” (стихотворение), стр. 247
    131. Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “We never know we go, — when we are going…” (стихотворение), стр. 248
    132. Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “It struck me every day…” (стихотворение), стр. 248
    133. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “Water is taught by thirst…” (стихотворение), стр. 248
    134. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “We thirst at first, — ’tis Nature’s act…” (стихотворение), стр. 249
    135. Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “A clock stopped — not the mantel’s…” (стихотворение), стр. 249
    136. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “All overgrown by cunning moss…” (стихотворение), стр. 250
    137. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “A toad can die of light!..” (стихотворение), стр. 250-251
    138. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Far from love the Heavenly Father…” (стихотворение), стр. 251
    139. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIX. “A long, long sleep, a famous sleep…” (стихотворение), стр. 251
    140. Emily Dickinson. CXL. “’Twas just this time last year I died…” (стихотворение), стр. 252
    141. Emily Dickinson. CXLI. “On this wondrous sea…” (стихотворение), стр. 253
  8. PART FIVE. The Single Hound
    1. Emily Dickinson. “One sister have I in our house…” (стихотворение), стр. 256
    2. Emily Dickinson. I. “Adventure most unto itself…” (стихотворение), стр. 257
    3. Emily Dickinson. II. “The Soul that has a Guest…” (стихотворение), стр. 257
    4. Emily Dickinson. III. “Except the smaller size, no Lives are round…” (стихотворение), стр. 257
    5. Emily Dickinson. IV. “Fame is a fickle food…” (стихотворение), стр. 257-258
    6. Emily Dickinson. V. “The right to perish might be thought…” (стихотворение), стр. 258
    7. Emily Dickinson. VI. “Peril as a possession…” (стихотворение), стр. 258
    8. Emily Dickinson. VII. “When Etna basks and purrs…” (стихотворение), стр. 258
    9. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “Reverse cannot befall that fine Prosperity…” (стихотворение), стр. 259
    10. Emily Dickinson. IX. “To be alive is power…” (стихотворение), стр. 259
    11. Emily Dickinson. X. “Witchcraft has not a pedigree…” (стихотворение), стр. 259
    12. Emily Dickinson. XI. “Exhilaration is the Breeze…” (стихотворение), стр. 260
    13. Emily Dickinson. XII. “No romance sold unto…” (стихотворение), стр. 260
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “If what we could were what we would —…” (стихотворение), стр. 260
    15. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “Perception of an…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
    16. Emily Dickinson. XV. “No other can reduce…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “The blunder is to estimate, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 261
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “My Wheel is in the dark, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 262
    19. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “There is another Loneliness…” (стихотворение), стр. 262
    20. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “So gay a flower bereaved the mind…” (стихотворение), стр. 263
    21. Emily Dickinson. XX. “Glory is that bright tragic thing…” (стихотворение), стр. 263
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “The missing All prevented me…” (стихотворение), стр. 263
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “His mind, of man a secret makes…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “The suburbs of a secret…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “The difference between despair…” (стихотворение), стр. 264
    26. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “There is a solitude of space…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
    27. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “The props assist the house…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
    28. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “The gleam of an heroic act…” (стихотворение), стр. 265
    29. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “Of Death the sharpest function…” (отрывок), стр. 266
    30. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “Down Time’s quaint stream…” (стихотворение), стр. 266
    31. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “I bet with every Wind that blew, till Nature in chagrin…” (стихотворение), стр. 266
    32. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “The Future never spoke…” (стихотворение), стр. 267
    33. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “Two lengths has every day…” (стихотворение), стр. 267
    34. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “The Soul’s superior instants…” (стихотворение), стр. 268
    35. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “Nature is what we see…” (стихотворение), стр. 268-269
    36. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain!…” (стихотворение), стр. 269
    37. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “She died at play…” (стихотворение), стр. 269-270
    38. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “Morning” means “Milking” to the Farmer…” (стихотворение), стр. 270
    39. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “A little madness in the Spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 270
    40. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “I can’t tell you, but you feel it —…” (стихотворение), стр. 271
    41. Emily Dickinson. XL. “Some Days retired from the rest…” (стихотворение), стр. 271
    42. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “Like Men and Women shadows walk…” (стихотворение), стр. 272
    43. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “The butterfly obtains…” (стихотворение), стр. 272
    44. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “Beauty crowds me till I die…” (стихотворение), стр. 272
    45. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “We spy the Forests and the Hills…” (отрывок), стр. 273
    46. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “I never told the buried gold…” (стихотворение), стр. 273-274
    47. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “The largest fire ever known…” (стихотворение), стр. 274
    48. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “Bloom upon the Mountain, stated…” (стихотворение), стр. 274-275
    49. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “March is the month of expectation…” (стихотворение), стр. 275
    50. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “The Duties of the Wind are few —…” (стихотворение), стр. 275
    51. Emily Dickinson. L. “The Winds drew off…” (стихотворение), стр. 276
    52. Emily Dickinson. LI. “I think that the root of the Wind is Water…” (стихотворение), стр. 276
    53. Emily Dickinson. LII. “So, from the mould…” (стихотворение), стр. 276-277
    54. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “The long sigh of the Frog…” (стихотворение), стр. 277
    55. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “A cap of lead across the sky…” (стихотворение), стр. 277
    56. Emily Dickinson. LV. “I send two Sunsets —…” (стихотворение), стр. 278
    57. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “Of this is Day composed —…” (стихотворение), стр. 278
    58. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “The Hills erect their purple heads…” (стихотворение), стр. 278
    59. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “Lightly stepped a yellow star…” (стихотворение), стр. 279
    60. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “The Moon upon her fluent route…” (стихотворение), стр. 279
    61. Emily Dickinson. LX. “Like some old-fashioned miracle…” (стихотворение), стр. 279-280
    62. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “Glowing is her Bonnet…” (стихотворение), стр. 280
    63. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Forever cherished be the tree…” (стихотворение), стр. 281
    64. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “The Ones that disappeared are back…” (стихотворение), стр. 281
    65. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “Those final Creatures, — who they are —…” (стихотворение), стр. 281
    66. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Summer begins to have the look…” (стихотворение), стр. 282
    67. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “A prompt, executive Bird is the Jay…” (стихотворение), стр. 282-283
    68. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “Like brooms of steel…” (стихотворение), стр. 283
    69. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “These are the days that Reindeer love…” (стихотворение), стр. 283
    70. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “Follow wise Orion…” (отрывок), стр. 283
    71. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “In winter, in my room…” (стихотворение), стр. 284-285
    72. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “Not any sunny tone…” (стихотворение), стр. 285
    73. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “For Death, — or rather…” (стихотворение), стр. 285-286
    74. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “Dropped into the…” (стихотворение), стр. 286
    75. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies...” (стихотворение), стр. 286-287
    76. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “’Twas comfort in her dying room…” (стихотворение), стр. 287
    77. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “Too cold is this…” (стихотворение), стр. 287
    78. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “I watched her face to see which way…” (стихотворение), стр. 288
    79. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “To-day or this noon…” (стихотворение), стр. 288
    80. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “I see thee better in the dark…” (стихотворение), стр. 288-289
    81. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “Low at my problem bending…” (стихотворение), стр. 289
    82. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “If pain for peace prepares…” (стихотворение), стр. 289-290
    83. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “I fit for them…” (стихотворение), стр. 290
    84. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “Not one by Heaven defrauded stay…” (стихотворение), стр. 290
    85. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “The feet of people walking home…” (стихотворение), стр. 291
    86. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “We should not mind so small a flower…” (стихотворение), стр. 291-292
    87. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “To the staunch Dust we safe commit thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 292
    88. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “Her “Last Poems”—…” (стихотворение), стр. 292-293
    89. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “Immured in Heaven! What a Cell!..” (стихотворение), стр. 293
    90. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “I’m thinking on that other morn…” (отрывок), стр. 293
    91. Emily Dickinson. XC. “The overtakelessness of those…” (стихотворение), стр. 293-294
    92. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “The Look of Thee, what is it like?..” (стихотворение), стр. 294
    93. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “The Devil, had he fidelity…” (стихотворение), стр. 294
    94. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “Papa above! Regard a Mouse…” (стихотворение), стр. 295
    95. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “Not when we know…” (стихотворение), стр. 295
    96. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “Elijah’s wagon knew no thill…” (стихотворение), стр. 295
    97. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “Remember me,” implored the Thief —…” (стихотворение), стр. 296
    98. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “To this apartment deep…” (стихотворение), стр. 296
    99. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “Sown in dishonor?”…” (стихотворение), стр. 296-297
    100. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “Through lane it lay, through bramble…” (стихотворение), стр. 297
    101. Emily Dickinson. C. “Who is it seeks my pillow nights?..” (стихотворение), стр. 298
    102. Emily Dickinson. CI. “His Cheek is his Biographer —…” (стихотворение), стр. 298
    103. Emily Dickinson. CII. “Heavenly Father,” take to Thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 298
    104. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “The sweets of Pillage can be known…” (стихотворение), стр. 299
    105. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “The Bible is an antique volume…” (стихотворение), стр. 299
    106. Emily Dickinson. CV. “A little over Jordan…” (стихотворение), стр. 300
    107. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “Dust is the only secret…” (стихотворение), стр. 300-301
    108. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “Ambition cannot find him…” (стихотворение), стр. 301
    109. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “Eden is that old-fashioned House…” (стихотворение), стр. 301
    110. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “Candor, my tepid Friend…” (стихотворение), стр. 302
    111. Emily Dickinson. CX. “Speech is a symptom of affection…” (стихотворение), стр. 302
    112. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “Who were “the Father and the Son” —…” (стихотворение), стр. 302-303
    113. Emily Dickinson. CXII. “That Love is all there is…” (стихотворение), стр. 303
    114. Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “The luxury to apprehend…” (стихотворение), стр. 303-304
    115. Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “The Sea said “Come” to the Brook…” (стихотворение), стр. 304
    116. Emily Dickinson. CXV. “All I may, if small…” (стихотворение), стр. 304
    117. Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “Love reckons by itself alone…” (стихотворение), стр. 305
    118. Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “The inundation of the Spring…” (стихотворение), стр. 305
    119. Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “No Autumn’s intercepting chill…” (стихотворение), стр. 305
    120. Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “Volcanoes be in Sicily…” (стихотворение), стр. 305-306
    121. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “Distance is not the realm of Fox…” (стихотворение), стр. 306
    122. Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “The treason of an accent…” (стихотворение), стр. 306
    123. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “How destitute is he…” (стихотворение), стр. 306
    124. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “Crisis is sweet and, set of Heart…” (стихотворение), стр. 307
    125. Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “To tell the beauty would decrease…” (стихотворение), стр. 307
    126. Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “To love thee, year by year…” (стихотворение), стр. 307-308
    127. Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “I showed her heights she never saw —…” (стихотворение), стр. 308
    128. Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “On my volcano grows the grass, —…” (стихотворение), стр. 308
    129. Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “If I could tell how glad I was…” (стихотворение), стр. 309
    130. Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “Her Grace is all she has…” (стихотворение), стр. 309
    131. Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “No matter where the Saints abide…” (стихотворение), стр. 309
    132. Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “To see her is a picture…” (стихотворение), стр. 309-310
    133. Emily Dickinson. CXXXII. “So set its sun m thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 310
    134. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIII. “Had this one day not been…” (стихотворение), стр. 310
    135. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIV. “That she forgot me was the least…” (стихотворение), стр. 311
    136. Emily Dickinson. CXXXV. “The incidents of Love…” (стихотворение), стр. 311
    137. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVI. “A little overflowing word…” (стихотворение), стр. 311
    138. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVII. “Just so, Jesus raps — He does not weary —…” (стихотворение), стр. 312
    139. Emily Dickinson. CXXXVIII. “Safe Despair it is that raves…” (стихотворение), стр. 312
    140. Emily Dickinson. CXXXIX. “The face we choose to miss…” (стихотворение), стр. 312
    141. Emily Dickinson. CXL. “Of so divine a loss…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
    142. Emily Dickinson. CXLI. “The healed Heart shows its shallow scar…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
    143. Emily Dickinson. CXLII. “Give little anguish…” (стихотворение), стр. 313
    144. Emily Dickinson. CXLIII. “To pile like Thunder to its close…” (стихотворение), стр. 314
    145. Emily Dickinson. CXLIV. “The Stars are old, that stood for me —…” (стихотворение), стр. 314
    146. Emily Dickinson. CXLV. “All circumstances are the frame…” (стихотворение), стр. 314-315
    147. Emily Dickinson. CXLVI. “I did not reach thee…” (стихотворение), стр. 315-316
  9. Index of First Lines, стр. 317-401



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