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Emily Dickinson «The Complete Poems Of Emily Dickinson»

Emily Dickinson

The Complete Poems Of Emily Dickinson

авторский сборник, первое издание

Язык издания: английский

Составитель: Thomas H. Johnson

Boston-Toronto: Little, Brown & Company, 1959 г.

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Тип обложки: твёрдая + суперобложка

Страниц: 784

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Первое полное атрибутированное собрание стихотворений.

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  1. Thomas H. Johnson. Introduction, p. V-XI
  2. The Complete Poems Of Emily Dickinson
    1. Emily Dickinson. 1. Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine... (стихотворение), p. 3-4
    2. Emily Dickinson. 2. There is another sky... (стихотворение), p. 4
    3. Emily Dickinson. 3. “Sic transit gloria mundi”... (стихотворение), p. 4-6
    4. Emily Dickinson. 4. On this wondrous sea... (стихотворение), p. 6-7
    5. Emily Dickinson. 5. I have a Bird in spring... (стихотворение), p. 7-8
    6. Emily Dickinson. 6. Frequently the woods are pink —... (стихотворение), p. 8
    7. Emily Dickinson. 7. The feet of people walking home... (стихотворение), p. 8-9
    8. Emily Dickinson. 8. There is a word... (стихотворение), p. 9
    9. Emily Dickinson. 9. Through lane it lay — through bramble —... (стихотворение), p. 10
    10. Emily Dickinson. 10. My wheel is in the dark!.. (стихотворение), p. 10-11
    11. Emily Dickinson. 11. I never told the buried gold... (стихотворение), p. 11
    12. Emily Dickinson. 12. The morns are meeker than they were —... (стихотворение), p. 11-12
    13. Emily Dickinson. 13. Sleep is supposed to be... (стихотворение), p. 12
    14. Emily Dickinson. 14. One Sister have I in our house... (стихотворение), p. 12-13
    15. Emily Dickinson. 15. The Guest is gold and crimson —... (стихотворение), p. 13
    16. Emily Dickinson. 16. I would distil a cup —... (стихотворение), p. 13-14
    17. Emily Dickinson. 17. Baffled for just a day or two —... (стихотворение), p. 14
    18. Emily Dickinson. 18. The Gentian weaves her fringes —... (стихотворение), p. 14
    19. Emily Dickinson. 19. A sepal, petal, and a thorn... (стихотворение), p. 15
    20. Emily Dickinson. 20. Distrustful of the Gentian —... (стихотворение), p. 15
    21. Emily Dickinson. 21. We lose — because we win —... (стихотворение), p. 15
    22. Emily Dickinson. 22. All these my banners be... (стихотворение), p. 16
    23. Emily Dickinson. 23. I had a guinea golden —... (стихотворение), p. 16-17
    24. Emily Dickinson. 24. There is a morn by men unseen —... (стихотворение), p. 17-18
    25. Emily Dickinson. 25. She slept beneath a tree —... (стихотворение), p. 18
    26. Emily Dickinson. 26. It's all I have to bring today —... (стихотворение), p. 18-19
    27. Emily Dickinson. 27. Morns like these — we parted —... (стихотворение), p. 19
    28. Emily Dickinson. 28. So has a Daisy vanished... (стихотворение), p. 19
    29. Emily Dickinson. 29. If those I loved were lost... (стихотворение), p. 19-20
    30. Emily Dickinson. 30. Adrift! A little boat adrift!.. (стихотворение), p. 20
    31. Emily Dickinson. 31. Summer for thee, grant I may be... (стихотворение), p. 20
    32. Emily Dickinson. 32. When Roses cease to bloom, Sir... (стихотворение), p. 21
    33. Emily Dickinson. 33. If recollecting were forgetting... (стихотворение), p. 21
    34. Emily Dickinson. 34. Garland for Queens, may be —... (стихотворение), p. 21
    35. Emily Dickinson. 35. Nobody knows this little Rose —... (стихотворение), p. 22
    36. Emily Dickinson. 36. Snow flakes... (стихотворение), p. 22
    37. Emily Dickinson. 37. Before the ice is in the pools —... (стихотворение), p. 22-23
    38. Emily Dickinson. 38. By such and such an offering... (стихотворение), p. 23
    39. Emily Dickinson. 39. It did not surprise me —... (стихотворение), p. 23
    40. Emily Dickinson. 40. When I count the seeds... (стихотворение), p. 24
    41. Emily Dickinson. 41. I robbed the Woods —... (стихотворение), p. 24
    42. Emily Dickinson. 42. A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!.. (стихотворение), p. 24
    43. Emily Dickinson. 43. Could live — did live —... (стихотворение), p. 25
    44. Emily Dickinson. 44. If she had been the Mistletoe... (стихотворение), p. 25
    45. Emily Dickinson. 45. There's something quieter than sleep... (стихотворение), p. 25-26
    46. Emily Dickinson. 46. I keep my pledge... (стихотворение), p. 26
    47. Emily Dickinson. 47. Heart! We will forget him!.. (стихотворение), p. 26
    48. Emily Dickinson. 48. Once more, my now bewildered Dove... (стихотворение), p. 27
    49. Emily Dickinson. 49. I never lost as much but twice... (стихотворение), p. 27
    50. Emily Dickinson. 50. I haven't told my garden yet —... (стихотворение), p. 27-28
    51. Emily Dickinson. 51. I often passed the village... (стихотворение), p. 28
    52. Emily Dickinson. 52. Whether my bark went down at sea —... (стихотворение), p. 28-29
    53. Emily Dickinson. 53. Taken from men — this morning —... (стихотворение), p. 29
    54. Emily Dickinson. 54. If I should die... (стихотворение), p. 29-30
    55. Emily Dickinson. 55. By Chivalries as tiny... (стихотворение), p. 30
    56. Emily Dickinson. 56. If I should cease to bring a Rose... (стихотворение), p. 30
    57. Emily Dickinson. 57. To venerate the simple days... (стихотворение), p. 30
    58. Emily Dickinson. 58. Delayed till she had ceased to know —... (стихотворение), p. 30-31
    59. Emily Dickinson. 59. A little East of Jordan... (стихотворение), p. 31
    60. Emily Dickinson. 60. Like her the Saints retire... (стихотворение), p. 32
    61. Emily Dickinson. 61. Papa above!.. (стихотворение), p. 32
    62. Emily Dickinson. 62. “Sown in dishonor”!.. (стихотворение), p. 32-33
    63. Emily Dickinson. 63. If pain for peace prepares... (стихотворение), p. 33
    64. Emily Dickinson. 64. Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!.. (стихотворение), p. 33-34
    65. Emily Dickinson. 65. I can't tell you — but you feel it —... (стихотворение), p. 34
    66. Emily Dickinson. 66. So from the mould... (стихотворение), p. 35
    67. Emily Dickinson. 67. Success is counted sweetest... (стихотворение), p. 35
    68. Emily Dickinson. 68. Ambition cannot find him... (стихотворение), p. 35-36
    69. Emily Dickinson. 69. Low at my problem bending... (стихотворение), p. 36
    70. Emily Dickinson. 70. “Arcturus” is his other name —... (стихотворение), p. 36-37
    71. Emily Dickinson. 71. A throe upon the features —... (стихотворение), p. 37
    72. Emily Dickinson. 72. Glowing is her Bonnet... (стихотворение), p. 37-38
    73. Emily Dickinson. 73. Who never lost, are unprepared... (стихотворение), p. 38
    74. Emily Dickinson. 74. A Lady red — amid the Hill... (стихотворение), p. 38-39
    75. Emily Dickinson. 75. She died at play... (стихотворение), p. 39
    76. Emily Dickinson. 76. Exultation is the going... (стихотворение), p. 39-40
    77. Emily Dickinson. 77. I never hear the word “escape”... (стихотворение), p. 40
    78. Emily Dickinson. 78. A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart —... (стихотворение), p. 40
    79. Emily Dickinson. 79. Going to Heaven!.. (стихотворение), p. 41
    80. Emily Dickinson. 80. Our lives are Swiss —... (стихотворение), p. 41-42
    81. Emily Dickinson. 81. We should not mind so small a flower —... (стихотворение), p. 42
    82. Emily Dickinson. 82. Whose cheek is this?.. (стихотворение), p. 42
    83. Emily Dickinson. 83. Heart, not so heavy as mine... (стихотворение), p. 43
    84. Emily Dickinson. 84. Her breast is fit for pearls... (стихотворение), p. 43
    85. Emily Dickinson. 85. “They have not chosen me”, he said... (стихотворение), p. 43-44
    86. Emily Dickinson. 86. South Winds jostle them —... (стихотворение), p. 44
    87. Emily Dickinson. 87. A darting fear — a pomp — a tear —... (стихотворение), p. 44
    88. Emily Dickinson. 88. As by the dead we love to sit... (стихотворение), p. 44-45
    89. Emily Dickinson. 89. Some things that fly there be —... (стихотворение), p. 45
    90. Emily Dickinson. 90. Within my reach!.. (стихотворение), p. 45
    91. Emily Dickinson. 91. So bashful when I spied her!.. (стихотворение), p. 45-46
    92. Emily Dickinson. 92. My friend must be a Bird —... (стихотворение), p. 46
    93. Emily Dickinson. 93. Went up a year this evening!.. (стихотворение), p. 46-47
    94. Emily Dickinson. 94. Angels, in the early morning... (стихотворение), p. 47
    95. Emily Dickinson. 95. My nosegays are for Captives —... (стихотворение), p. 47
    96. Emily Dickinson. 96. Sexton! My Master's sleeping here... (стихотворение), p. 47-48
    97. Emily Dickinson. 97. The rainbow never tells me... (стихотворение), p. 48
    98. Emily Dickinson. 98. One dignity delays for all —... (стихотворение), p. 48
    99. Emily Dickinson. 99. New feet within my garden go... (стихотворение), p. 49
    100. Emily Dickinson. 100. A science — so the Savants say... (стихотворение), p. 49
    101. Emily Dickinson. 101. Will there really be a “Morning”?.. (стихотворение), p. 49-50
    102. Emily Dickinson. 102. Great Caesar! Condescend... (стихотворение), p. 50
    103. Emily Dickinson. 103. I have a King, who does not speak —... (стихотворение), p. 50
    104. Emily Dickinson. 104. Where I have lost, I softer tread —... (стихотворение), p. 51
    105. Emily Dickinson. 105. To hang our head — ostensibly —... (стихотворение), p. 51
    106. Emily Dickinson. 106. The Daisy follows soft the Sun —... (стихотворение), p. 51-52
    107. Emily Dickinson. 107. ʼTwas such a little — little boat... (стихотворение), p. 52
    108. Emily Dickinson. 108. Surgeons must be very careful... (стихотворение), p. 52
    109. Emily Dickinson. 109. By a flower — By a letter —... (стихотворение), p. 52-53
    110. Emily Dickinson. 110. Artists wrestled here!.. (стихотворение), p. 53
    111. Emily Dickinson. 111. The Bee is not afraid of me... (стихотворение), p. 53
    112. Emily Dickinson. 112. Where bells no more affright the morn —... (стихотворение), p. 53-54
    113. Emily Dickinson. 113. Our share of night to bear —... (стихотворение), p. 54
    114. Emily Dickinson. 114. Good night, because we must... (стихотворение), p. 54
    115. Emily Dickinson. 115. What Inn is this... (стихотворение), p. 54-55
    116. Emily Dickinson. 116. I had some things that I called mine ... (стихотворение), p. 55
    117. Emily Dickinson. 117. In rags mysterious as these... (стихотворение), p. 55
    118. Emily Dickinson. 118. My friend attacks my friend!.. (стихотворение), p. 56
    119. Emily Dickinson. 119. Talk with prudence to a Beggar... (стихотворение), p. 56
    120. Emily Dickinson. 120. If this is “fading”... (стихотворение), p. 56
    121. Emily Dickinson. 121. As Watchers hang upon the East... (стихотворение), p. 57
    122. Emily Dickinson. 122. A something in a summer's Day... (стихотворение), p. 57-58
    123. Emily Dickinson. 123. Many cross the Rhine... (стихотворение), p. 58
    124. Emily Dickinson. 124. In lands I never saw — they say... (стихотворение), p. 58
    125. Emily Dickinson. 125. For each ecstatic instant... (стихотворение), p. 58
    126. Emily Dickinson. 126. To fight aloud, is very brave —... (стихотворение), p. 59
    127. Emily Dickinson. 127. “Houses” — so the Wise Men tell me... (стихотворение), p. 59
    128. Emily Dickinson. 128. Bring me the sunset in a cup... (стихотворение), p. 59-60
    129. Emily Dickinson. 129. Cocoon above! Cocoon below!.. (стихотворение), p. 60
    130. Emily Dickinson. 130. These are the days when Birds come back —... (стихотворение), p. 61
    131. Emily Dickinson. 131. Besides the Autumn poets sing... (стихотворение), p. 61-62
    132. Emily Dickinson. 132. I bring an unaccustomed wine... (стихотворение), p. 62
    133. Emily Dickinson. 133. As Children bid the Guest “Good Night”... (стихотворение), p. 62-63
    134. Emily Dickinson. 134. Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower... (стихотворение), p. 63
    135. Emily Dickinson. 135. Water, is taught by thirst... (стихотворение), p. 63
    136. Emily Dickinson. 136. Have you got a Brook in your little heart... (стихотворение), p. 63-64
    137. Emily Dickinson. 137. Flowers — Well — if anybody... (стихотворение), p. 64
    138. Emily Dickinson. 138. Pigmy seraphs — gone astray —... (стихотворение), p. 64-65
    139. Emily Dickinson. 139. Soul, Wilt thou toss again?.. (стихотворение), p. 65
    140. Emily Dickinson. 140. An altered look about the hills —... (стихотворение), p. 65-66
    141. Emily Dickinson. 141. Some, too fragile for winter winds... (стихотворение), p. 66
    142. Emily Dickinson. 142. Whose are the little beds, I asked... (стихотворение), p. 66-67
    143. Emily Dickinson. 143. For every Bird a Nest —... (стихотворение), p. 67-68
    144. Emily Dickinson. 144. She bore it till the simple veins... (стихотворение), p. 68
    145. Emily Dickinson. 145. This heart that broke so long —... (стихотворение), p. 68-69
    146. Emily Dickinson. 146. On such a night, or such a night... (стихотворение), p. 69
    147. Emily Dickinson. 147. Bless God, he went as soldiers... (стихотворение), p. 69-70
    148. Emily Dickinson. 148. All overgrown by cunning moss... (стихотворение), p. 70
    149. Emily Dickinson. 149. She went as quiet as the Dew... (стихотворение), p. 70
    150. Emily Dickinson. 150. She died — this was the way she died... (стихотворение), p. 71
    151. Emily Dickinson. 151. Mute thy Coronation —... (стихотворение), p. 71
    152. Emily Dickinson. 152. The Sun kept stooping — stooping — low!.. (стихотворение), p. 71-72
    153. Emily Dickinson. 153. Dust is the only Secret —... (стихотворение), p. 72
    154. Emily Dickinson. 154. Except to Heaven, she is nought... (стихотворение), p. 72-73
    155. Emily Dickinson. 155. The Murmur of a Bee... (стихотворение), p. 73
    156. Emily Dickinson. 156. You love me — you are sure —... (стихотворение), p. 73-74
    157. Emily Dickinson. 157. Musicians wrestle everywhere —... (стихотворение), p. 74
    158. Emily Dickinson. 158. Dying! Dying in the night!.. (стихотворение), p. 74-75
    159. Emily Dickinson. 159. A little bread — a crust — a crumb —... (стихотворение), p. 75
    160. Emily Dickinson. 160. Just lost, when I was saved!.. (стихотворение), p. 75-76
    161. Emily Dickinson. 161. A feather from the Whippoorwill... (стихотворение), p. 76
    162. Emily Dickinson. 162. My River runs to thee —... (стихотворение), p. 76
    163. Emily Dickinson. 163. Tho' my destiny be Fustian... (стихотворение), p. 76-77
    164. Emily Dickinson. 164. Mama never forgets her birds... (стихотворение), p. 77
    165. Emily Dickinson. 165. A wounded Deer — leaps highest —... (стихотворение), p. 77-78
    166. Emily Dickinson. 166. I met a King this afternoon!.. (стихотворение), p. 78-79
    167. Emily Dickinson. 167. To learn the Transport by the Pain —... (стихотворение), p. 79
    168. Emily Dickinson. 168. If the foolish, call them “flowers” —... (стихотворение), p. 79-80
    169. Emily Dickinson. 169. In Ebon Box, when years have flown... (стихотворение), p. 80
    170. Emily Dickinson. 170. Portraits are to daily faces... (стихотворение), p. 81
    171. Emily Dickinson. 171. Wait till the Majesty of Death... (стихотворение), p. 81
    172. Emily Dickinson. 172. Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!.. (стихотворение), p. 81-82
    173. Emily Dickinson. 173. A fuzzy fellow, without feet... (стихотворение), p. 82
    174. Emily Dickinson. 174. At last, to be identified!.. (стихотворение), p. 83
    175. Emily Dickinson. 175. I have never seen “Volcanoes” —... (стихотворение), p. 83
    176. Emily Dickinson. 176. I'm the little “Heart's Ease”!.. (стихотворение), p. 84
    177. Emily Dickinson. 177. Ah, Necromancy Sweet!.. (стихотворение), p. 84
    178. Emily Dickinson. 178. I cautious, scanned my little life... (стихотворение), p. 84-85
    179. Emily Dickinson. 179. If I could bribe them by a Rose... (стихотворение), p. 85-86
    180. Emily Dickinson. 180. As if some little Arctic flower... (стихотворение), p. 86
    181. Emily Dickinson. 181. I lost a World — the other day!.. (стихотворение), p. 86
    182. Emily Dickinson. 182. If I shouldn't be alive... (стихотворение), p. 86-87
    183. Emily Dickinson. 183. I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes... (стихотворение), p. 87
    184. Emily Dickinson. 184. A transport one cannot contain... (стихотворение), p. 87
    185. Emily Dickinson. 185. “Faith” is a fine invention... (стихотворение), p. 87
    186. Emily Dickinson. 186. What shall I do — it whimpers so —... (стихотворение), p. 88
    187. Emily Dickinson. 187. How many times these low feet staggered —... (стихотворение), p. 88
    188. Emily Dickinson. 188. Make me a picture of the sun —... (стихотворение), p. 89
    189. Emily Dickinson. 189. It's such a little thing to weep —... (стихотворение), p. 89
    190. Emily Dickinson. 190. He was weak, and I was strong — then —... (стихотворение), p. 89-90
    191. Emily Dickinson. 191. The Skies can't keep their secret!.. (стихотворение), p. 90
    192. Emily Dickinson. 192. Poor little Heart!.. (стихотворение), p. 90-91
    193. Emily Dickinson. 193. I shall know why — when Time is over —... (стихотворение), p. 91
    194. Emily Dickinson. 194. On this long storm the Rainbow rose —... (стихотворение), p. 91
    195. Emily Dickinson. 195. For this — accepted Breath —... (стихотворение), p. 91-92
    196. Emily Dickinson. 196. We don't cry — Tim and I... (стихотворение), p. 92-93
    197. Emily Dickinson. 197. Morning — is the place for Dew —... (стихотворение), p. 93
    198. Emily Dickinson. 198. An awful Tempest mashed the air —... (стихотворение), p. 93
    199. Emily Dickinson. 199. I'm “wife” — I've finished that —... (стихотворение), p. 94
    200. Emily Dickinson. 200. I stole them from a Bee —... (стихотворение), p. 94
    201. Emily Dickinson. 201. Two swimmers wrestled on the spar —... (стихотворение), p. 94
    202. Emily Dickinson. 202. My Eye is fuller than my vase —... (стихотворение), p. 95
    203. Emily Dickinson. 203. He forgot — and I — remembered —... (стихотворение), p. 95
    204. Emily Dickinson. 204. A slash of Blue —... (стихотворение), p. 95
    205. Emily Dickinson. 205. I should not dare to leave my friend... (стихотворение), p. 95-96
    206. Emily Dickinson. 206. The Flower must not blame the Bee —... (стихотворение), p. 96
    207. Emily Dickinson. 207. Tho' I get home how late — how late —... (стихотворение), p. 96-97
    208. Emily Dickinson. 208. The Rose did caper on her cheek —... (стихотворение), p. 97
    209. Emily Dickinson. 209. With thee, in the Desert —... (стихотворение), p. 97
    210. Emily Dickinson. 210. The thought beneath so slight a film —... (стихотворение), p. 97-98
    211. Emily Dickinson. 211. Come slowly — Eden!.. (стихотворение), p. 98
    212. Emily Dickinson. 212. Least Rivers — docile to some sea... (стихотворение), p. 98
    213. Emily Dickinson. 213. Did the Harebell loose her girdle... (стихотворение), p. 98
    214. Emily Dickinson. 214. I taste a liquor never brewed —... (стихотворение), p. 98-99
    215. Emily Dickinson. 215. What is — “Paradise” —... (стихотворение), p. 99
    216. Emily Dickinson. 216 (version of 1859). Safe in their Alabaster Chambers —... (стихотворение), p. 100
    217. Emily Dickinson. 216 (version of 1861). Safe in their Alabaster Chambers —... (стихотворение), p. 100
    218. Emily Dickinson. 217. Savior! I've no one else to tell... (стихотворение), p. 100-101
    219. Emily Dickinson. 218. Is it true, dear Sue?.. (стихотворение), p. 101
    220. Emily Dickinson. 219. She sweeps with many-colored Brooms —... (стихотворение), p. 101
    221. Emily Dickinson. 220. Could I — then — shut the door... (стихотворение), p. 102
    222. Emily Dickinson. 221. It can't be “Summer”!.. (стихотворение), p. 102
    223. Emily Dickinson. 222. When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side... (стихотворение), p. 102
    224. Emily Dickinson. 223. I Came to buy a smile — today... (стихотворение), p. 102-103
    225. Emily Dickinson. 224. I've nothing else — to bring, You know —... (стихотворение), p. 103
    226. Emily Dickinson. 225. Jesus! thy Crucifix... (стихотворение), p. 103
    227. Emily Dickinson. 226. Should you but fail at — Sea —... (стихотворение), p. 103-104
    228. Emily Dickinson. 227. Teach Him — When He makes the names —... (стихотворение), p. 104
    229. Emily Dickinson. 228. Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple... (стихотворение), p. 104
    230. Emily Dickinson. 229. A Burdock — clawed my Gown —... (стихотворение), p. 104-105
    231. Emily Dickinson. 230. We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing —... (стихотворение), p. 105
    232. Emily Dickinson. 231. God permits industrious Angels —... (стихотворение), p. 105-106
    233. Emily Dickinson. 232. The Sun — just touched the Morning —... (стихотворение), p. 106
    234. Emily Dickinson. 233. The Lamp burns sure — within —... (стихотворение), p. 106
    235. Emily Dickinson. 234. You're right — “the way is narrow”... (стихотворение), p. 107
    236. Emily Dickinson. 235. The Court is far away —... (стихотворение), p. 107
    237. Emily Dickinson. 236. If He dissolve — then — there is nothing — more —... (стихотворение), p. 107-108
    238. Emily Dickinson. 237. I think just how my shape will rise —... (стихотворение), p. 108
    239. Emily Dickinson. 238. Kill your Balm — and its Odors bless you —... (стихотворение), p. 109
    240. Emily Dickinson. 239. “Heaven” — is what I cannot reach!.. (стихотворение), p. 109
    241. Emily Dickinson. 240. Ah, Moon — and Star!.. (стихотворение), p. 109-110
    242. Emily Dickinson. 241. I like a look of Agony... (стихотворение), p. 110
    243. Emily Dickinson. 242. When we stand on the tops of Things —... (стихотворение), p. 110-111
    244. Emily Dickinson. 243. I've known a Heaven, like a Tent —... (стихотворение), p. 111
    245. Emily Dickinson. 244. It is easy to work when the soul is at play —... (стихотворение), p. 111-112
    246. Emily Dickinson. 245. I held a Jewel in my fingers —... (стихотворение), p. 112
    247. Emily Dickinson. 246. Forever at His side to walk —... (стихотворение), p. 112
    248. Emily Dickinson. 247. What would I give to see his face?.. (стихотворение), p. 113
    249. Emily Dickinson. 248. Why — do they shut Me out of Heaven?.. (стихотворение), p. 113-114
    250. Emily Dickinson. 249. Wild Nights — Wild Nights!.. (стихотворение), p. 114
    251. Emily Dickinson. 250. I shall keep singing!.. (стихотворение), p. 114-115
    252. Emily Dickinson. 251. Over the fence —... (стихотворение), p. 115
    253. Emily Dickinson. 252. I can wade Grief —... (стихотворение), p. 115
    254. Emily Dickinson. 253. You see I cannot see — your lifetime —... (стихотворение), p. 116
    255. Emily Dickinson. 254. “Hope” is the thing with feathers —... (стихотворение), p. 116
    256. Emily Dickinson. 255. To die — takes just a little while —... (стихотворение), p. 116-117
    257. Emily Dickinson. 256. If I'm lost — now... (стихотворение), p. 117
    258. Emily Dickinson. 257. Delight is as the flight —... (стихотворение), p. 117-118
    259. Emily Dickinson. 258. There's a certain Slant of light... (стихотворение), p. 118-119
    260. Emily Dickinson. 259. Good Night! Which put the Candle out?.. (стихотворение), p. 119
    261. Emily Dickinson. 260. Read — Sweet — how others — strove —... (стихотворение), p. 119-120
    262. Emily Dickinson. 261. Put up my lute!.. (стихотворение), p. 120
    263. Emily Dickinson. 262. The lonesome for they know not What —... (стихотворение), p. 120
    264. Emily Dickinson. 263. A single Screw of Flesh... (стихотворение), p. 120-121
    265. Emily Dickinson. 264. A Weight with Needles on the pounds —... (стихотворение), p. 121
    266. Emily Dickinson. 265. Where Ships of Purple — gently toss —... (стихотворение), p. 121-122
    267. Emily Dickinson. 266. This — is the land — the Sunset washes —... (стихотворение), p. 122
    268. Emily Dickinson. 267. Did we disobey Him?.. (стихотворение), p. 122
    269. Emily Dickinson. 268. Me, change! Me, alter!.. (стихотворение), p. 122
    270. Emily Dickinson. 269. Bound — a trouble —... (стихотворение), p. 123
    271. Emily Dickinson. 270. One Life of so much Consequence!.. (стихотворение), p. 123
    272. Emily Dickinson. 271. A solemn thing — it was — I said —... (стихотворение), p. 123-124
    273. Emily Dickinson. 272. I breathed enough to take the Trick —... (стихотворение), p. 124
    274. Emily Dickinson. 273. He put the Belt around my life —... (стихотворение), p. 124-125
    275. Emily Dickinson. 274. The only Ghost I ever saw... (стихотворение), p. 125
    276. Emily Dickinson. 275. Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!.. (стихотворение), p. 125-126
    277. Emily Dickinson. 276. Many a phrase has the English language —... (стихотворение), p. 126-127
    278. Emily Dickinson. 277. What if I say I shall not wait!.. (стихотворение), p. 127
    279. Emily Dickinson. 278. A shady friend — for Torrid days —... (стихотворение), p. 127-128
    280. Emily Dickinson. 279. Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord... (стихотворение), p. 128
    281. Emily Dickinson. 280. I felt a Funeral, in my Brain... (стихотворение), p. 128-129
    282. Emily Dickinson. 281. ʼTis so appalling — it exhilarates —... (стихотворение), p. 129-130
    283. Emily Dickinson. 282. How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand... (стихотворение), p. 130
    284. Emily Dickinson. 283. A Mien to move a Queen —... (стихотворение), p. 130-131
    285. Emily Dickinson. 284. The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea —... (стихотворение), p. 131
    286. Emily Dickinson. 285. The Robin's my Criterion for Tune —... (стихотворение), p. 131-132
    287. Emily Dickinson. 286. That after Horror — that 'twas us —... (стихотворение), p. 132
    288. Emily Dickinson. 287. A Clock stopped —... (стихотворение), p. 132-133
    289. Emily Dickinson. 288. I'm Nobody! Who are you?.. (стихотворение), p. 133
    290. Emily Dickinson. 289. I know some lonely Houses off the Road... (стихотворение), p. 133-134
    291. Emily Dickinson. 290. Of Bronze — and Blaze —... (стихотворение), p. 134-135
    292. Emily Dickinson. 291. How the old Mountains drip with Sunset... (стихотворение), p. 135-136
    293. Emily Dickinson. 292. If your Nerve, deny you —... (стихотворение), p. 136
    294. Emily Dickinson. 293. I got so I could take his name —... (стихотворение), p. 136-137
    295. Emily Dickinson. 294. The Doomed — regard the Sunrise... (стихотворение), p. 137
    296. Emily Dickinson. 295. Unto like Story — Trouble has enticed me —... (стихотворение), p. 138
    297. Emily Dickinson. 296. One Year ago — jots what?.. (стихотворение), p. 138-139
    298. Emily Dickinson. 297. It's like the Light —... (стихотворение), p. 139-140
    299. Emily Dickinson. 298. Alone, I cannot be —... (стихотворение), p. 140
    300. Emily Dickinson. 299. Your Riches — taught me — Poverty... (стихотворение), p. 140-141
    301. Emily Dickinson. 300. “Morning” — means “Milking” — to the Farmer —... (стихотворение), p. 141-142
    302. Emily Dickinson. 301. I reason, Earth is short —... (стихотворение), p. 142
    303. Emily Dickinson. 302. Like Some Old fashioned Miracle... (стихотворение), p. 142-143
    304. Emily Dickinson. 303. The Soul selects her own Society —... (стихотворение), p. 143
    305. Emily Dickinson. 304. The Day came slow — till Five o'clock —... (стихотворение), p. 143-144
    306. Emily Dickinson. 305. The difference between Despair... (стихотворение), p. 144
    307. Emily Dickinson. 306. The Soul's Superior instants... (стихотворение), p. 144
    308. Emily Dickinson. 307. The One who could repeat the Summer day —... (стихотворение), p. 145
    309. Emily Dickinson. 308. I send Two Sunsets —... (стихотворение), p. 145
    310. Emily Dickinson. 309. For largest Woman's Hearth I knew —... (стихотворение), p. 145
    311. Emily Dickinson. 310. Give little Anguish —... (стихотворение), p. 145-146
    312. Emily Dickinson. 311. It sifts from Leaden Sieves —... (стихотворение), p. 146
    313. Emily Dickinson. 312. Her — “last Poems”... (стихотворение), p. 146-147
    314. Emily Dickinson. 313. I should have been too glad, I see —... (стихотворение), p. 147-148
    315. Emily Dickinson. 314. Nature — sometimes sears a Sapling —... (стихотворение), p. 148
    316. Emily Dickinson. 315. He fumbles at your Soul... (стихотворение), p. 148
    317. Emily Dickinson. 316. The Wind didn't come from the Orchard — today —... (стихотворение), p. 149
    318. Emily Dickinson. 317. Just so — Jesus — raps —... (стихотворение), p. 149-150
    319. Emily Dickinson. 318. I'll tell you how the Sun rose —... (стихотворение), p. 150
    320. Emily Dickinson. 319. The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized —... (стихотворение), p. 150-151
    321. Emily Dickinson. 320. We play at Paste —... (стихотворение), p. 151
    322. Emily Dickinson. 321. Of all the Sounds despatched abroad... (стихотворение), p. 151-152
    323. Emily Dickinson. 322. There came a Day at Summer's full... (стихотворение), p. 152-153
    324. Emily Dickinson. 323. As if I asked a common Alms... (стихотворение), p. 153
    325. Emily Dickinson. 324. Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —... (стихотворение), p. 153-154
    326. Emily Dickinson. 325. Of Tribulation, these are They... (стихотворение), p. 154
    327. Emily Dickinson. 326. I cannot dance upon my Toes —... (стихотворение), p. 154-155
    328. Emily Dickinson. 327. Before I got my eye put out... (стихотворение), p. 155
    329. Emily Dickinson. 328. A Bird came down the Walk —... (стихотворение), p. 156
    330. Emily Dickinson. 329. So glad we are — a Stranger'd deem... (стихотворение), p. 156
    331. Emily Dickinson. 330. The Juggler's Hat her Country is... (стихотворение), p. 157
    332. Emily Dickinson. 331. While Asters —... (стихотворение), p. 157
    333. Emily Dickinson. 332. There are two Ripenings — one — of sight —... (стихотворение), p. 157
    334. Emily Dickinson. 333. The Grass so little has to do —... (стихотворение), p. 157-158
    335. Emily Dickinson. 334. All the letters I can write... (стихотворение), p. 158
    336. Emily Dickinson. 335. ʼTis not that Dying hurts us so —... (стихотворение), p. 158-159
    337. Emily Dickinson. 336. The face I carry with me — last —... (стихотворение), p. 159
    338. Emily Dickinson. 337. I know a place where Summer strives... (стихотворение), p. 159-160
    339. Emily Dickinson. 338. I know that He exists... (стихотворение), p. 160
    340. Emily Dickinson. 339. I tend my flowers for thee —... (стихотворение), p. 160-161
    341. Emily Dickinson. 340. Is Bliss then, such Abyss... (стихотворение), p. 161
    342. Emily Dickinson. 341. After great pain, a formal feeling comes... (стихотворение), p. 162
    343. Emily Dickinson. 342. It will be Summer — eventually... (стихотворение), p. 162-163
    344. Emily Dickinson. 343. My Reward for Being, was This... (стихотворение), p. 163
    345. Emily Dickinson. 344. ʼTwas the old — road — through pain —... (стихотворение), p. 163-164
    346. Emily Dickinson. 345. Funny — to be a Century —... (стихотворение), p. 164
    347. Emily Dickinson. 346. Not probable — The barest Chance —... (стихотворение), p. 164
    348. Emily Dickinson. 347. When Night is almost done —... (стихотворение), p. 164-165
    349. Emily Dickinson. 348. I dreaded that first Robin, so... (стихотворение), p. 165-166
    350. Emily Dickinson. 349. I had the Glory — that will do —... (стихотворение), p. 166
    351. Emily Dickinson. 350. They leave us with the Infinite... (стихотворение), p. 166
    352. Emily Dickinson. 351. I felt my life with both my hands... (стихотворение), p. 166-167
    353. Emily Dickinson. 352. Perhaps I asked too large —... (стихотворение), p. 167
    354. Emily Dickinson. 353. A happy lip — breaks sudden —... (стихотворение), p. 167
    355. Emily Dickinson. 354. From Cocoon forth a Butterfly... (стихотворение), p. 168
    356. Emily Dickinson. 355. ʼTis Opposites — entice —... (стихотворение), p. 168-169
    357. Emily Dickinson. 356. The Day that I was crowned... (стихотворение), p. 169
    358. Emily Dickinson. 357. God is a distant — stately Lover —... (стихотворение), p. 169-170
    359. Emily Dickinson. 358. If any sink, assure that this, now standing —... (стихотворение), p. 170
    360. Emily Dickinson. 359. I gained it so —... (стихотворение), p. 170
    361. Emily Dickinson. 360. Death sets a Thing significant... (стихотворение), p. 170-171
    362. Emily Dickinson. 361. What I can do — I will —... (стихотворение), p. 171
    363. Emily Dickinson. 362. It struck me — every Day —... (стихотворение), p. 171-172
    364. Emily Dickinson. 363. I went to thank Her —... (стихотворение), p. 172
    365. Emily Dickinson. 364. The Morning after Woe —... (стихотворение), p. 172-173
    366. Emily Dickinson. 365. Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?.. (стихотворение), p. 173
    367. Emily Dickinson. 366. Although I put away his life —... (стихотворение), p. 173-174
    368. Emily Dickinson. 367. Over and over, like a Tune —... (стихотворение), p. 174
    369. Emily Dickinson. 368. How sick — to wait — in any place — but thine —... (стихотворение), p. 175
    370. Emily Dickinson. 369. She lay as if at play... (стихотворение), p. 175
    371. Emily Dickinson. 370. Heaven is so far of the Mind... (стихотворение), p. 176
    372. Emily Dickinson. 371. A precious — mouldering pleasure — 'tis —... (стихотворение), p. 176-177
    373. Emily Dickinson. 372. I know lives, I could miss... (стихотворение), p. 177
    374. Emily Dickinson. 373. I'm saying every day... (стихотворение), p. 177-178
    375. Emily Dickinson. 374. I went to Heaven —... (стихотворение), p. 178-179
    376. Emily Dickinson. 375. The Angle of a Landscape —... (стихотворение), p. 179
    377. Emily Dickinson. 376. Of Course — I prayed —... (стихотворение), p. 179-180
    378. Emily Dickinson. 377. To lose one's faith — surpass... (стихотворение), p. 180
    379. Emily Dickinson. 378. I saw no Way — The Heavens were stitched —... (стихотворение), p. 180
    380. Emily Dickinson. 379. Rehearsal to Ourselves... (стихотворение), p. 180-181
    381. Emily Dickinson. 380. There is a flower that Bees prefer —... (стихотворение), p. 181-182
    382. Emily Dickinson. 381. A Secret told —... (стихотворение), p. 182
    383. Emily Dickinson. 382. For Death — or rather... (стихотворение), p. 182
    384. Emily Dickinson. 383. Exhilaration — is within —... (стихотворение), p. 182-183
    385. Emily Dickinson. 384. No Rack can torture me —... (стихотворение), p. 183
    386. Emily Dickinson. 385. Smiling back from Coronation... (стихотворение), p. 183-184
    387. Emily Dickinson. 386. Answer July —... (стихотворение), p. 184
    388. Emily Dickinson. 387. The sweetest Heresy received... (стихотворение), p. 184-185
    389. Emily Dickinson. 388. Take your Heaven further on —... (стихотворение), p. 185
    390. Emily Dickinson. 389. There's been a Death, in the Opposite House... (стихотворение), p. 185-186
    391. Emily Dickinson. 390. It's coming — the postponeless Creature —... (стихотворение), p. 186
    392. Emily Dickinson. 391. A Visitor in Marl —... (стихотворение), p. 186-187
    393. Emily Dickinson. 392. Through the Dark Sod — as Education —... (стихотворение), p. 187
    394. Emily Dickinson. 393. Did Our Best Moment last —... (стихотворение), p. 187
    395. Emily Dickinson. 394. ʼTwas Love — not me —... (стихотворение), p. 187-188
    396. Emily Dickinson. 395. Reverse cannot befall... (стихотворение), p. 188
    397. Emily Dickinson. 396. There is a Languor of the Life... (стихотворение), p. 188-189
    398. Emily Dickinson. 397. When Diamonds are a Legend... (стихотворение), p. 189
    399. Emily Dickinson. 398. I had not minded — Walls —... (стихотворение), p. 189-190
    400. Emily Dickinson. 399. A House upon the Height —... (стихотворение), p. 190
    401. Emily Dickinson. 400. A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!.. (стихотворение), p. 190-191
    402. Emily Dickinson. 401. What Soft — Cherubic Creatures —... (стихотворение), p. 191
    403. Emily Dickinson. 402. I pay — in Satin Cash —... (стихотворение), p. 191-192
    404. Emily Dickinson. 403. The Winters are so short —... (стихотворение), p. 192
    405. Emily Dickinson. 404. How many Flowers fail in Wood —... (стихотворение), p. 192
    406. Emily Dickinson. 405. It might be lonelier... (стихотворение), p. 193
    407. Emily Dickinson. 406. Some — Work for Immortality —... (стихотворение), p. 193
    408. Emily Dickinson. 407. If What we could — were what we would —... (стихотворение), p. 194
    409. Emily Dickinson. 408. Unit, like Death, for Whom?.. (стихотворение), p. 194
    410. Emily Dickinson. 409. They dropped like Flakes —... (стихотворение), p. 194-195
    411. Emily Dickinson. 410. The first Day's Night had come —... (стихотворение), p. 195
    412. Emily Dickinson. 411. The Color of the Grave is Green —... (стихотворение), p. 195-196
    413. Emily Dickinson. 412. I read my sentence — steadily —... (стихотворение), p. 196
    414. Emily Dickinson. 413. I never felt at Home — Below —... (стихотворение), p. 197
    415. Emily Dickinson. 414. ʼTwas like a Maelstrom, with a notch... (стихотворение), p. 197-198
    416. Emily Dickinson. 415. Sunset at Night — is natural —... (стихотворение), p. 198
    417. Emily Dickinson. 416. A Murmur in the Trees — to note —... (стихотворение), p. 198-199
    418. Emily Dickinson. 417. Is it dead — Find it —... (стихотворение), p. 199
    419. Emily Dickinson. 418. Not in this World to see his face —... (стихотворение), p. 199-200
    420. Emily Dickinson. 419. We grow accustomed to the Dark —... (стихотворение), p. 200
    421. Emily Dickinson. 420. You'll know it — as you know 'tis Noon —... (стихотворение), p. 200-201
    422. Emily Dickinson. 421. A Charm invests a face... (стихотворение), p. 201
    423. Emily Dickinson. 422. More Life — went out — when He went... (стихотворение), p. 201-202
    424. Emily Dickinson. 423. The Months have ends — the Years — a knot —... (стихотворение), p. 202
    425. Emily Dickinson. 424. Removed from Accident of Loss... (стихотворение), p. 202-203
    426. Emily Dickinson. 425. Good Morning — Midnight —... (стихотворение), p. 203
    427. Emily Dickinson. 426. It don't sound so terrible — quite — as it did —... (стихотворение), p. 203-204
    428. Emily Dickinson. 427. I'll clutch — and clutch —... (стихотворение), p. 204
    429. Emily Dickinson. 428. Taking up the fair Ideal... (стихотворение), p. 205
    430. Emily Dickinson. 429. The Moon is distant from the Sea —... (стихотворение), p. 205
    431. Emily Dickinson. 430. It would never be Common — more — I said —... (стихотворение), p. 206
    432. Emily Dickinson. 431. Me — come! My dazzled face... (стихотворение), p. 207
    433. Emily Dickinson. 432. Do People moulder equally... (стихотворение), p. 207
    434. Emily Dickinson. 433. Knows how to forget!.. (стихотворение), p. 207-208
    435. Emily Dickinson. 434. To love thee Year by Year —... (стихотворение), p. 208
    436. Emily Dickinson. 435. Much Madness is divinest Sense —... (стихотворение), p. 209
    437. Emily Dickinson. 436. The Wind — tapped like a tired Man —... (стихотворение), p. 209
    438. Emily Dickinson. 437. Prayer is the little implement... (стихотворение), p. 210
    439. Emily Dickinson. 438. Forget! The lady with the Amulet... (стихотворение), p. 210
    440. Emily Dickinson. 439. Undue Significance a starving man attaches... (стихотворение), p. 210-211
    441. Emily Dickinson. 440. ʼTis customary as we part... (стихотворение), p. 211
    442. Emily Dickinson. 441. This is my letter to the World... (стихотворение), p. 211
    443. Emily Dickinson. 442. God made a little Gentian —... (стихотворение), p. 211-212
    444. Emily Dickinson. 443. I tie my Hat — I crease my Shawl —... (стихотворение), p. 212-213
    445. Emily Dickinson. 444. It feels a shame to be Alive —... (стихотворение), p. 213
    446. Emily Dickinson. 445. ʼTwas just this time, last year, I died... (стихотворение), p. 214
    447. Emily Dickinson. 446. I showed her Heights she never saw —... (стихотворение), p. 214-215
    448. Emily Dickinson. 447. Could — I do more — for Thee —... (стихотворение), p. 215
    449. Emily Dickinson. 448. This was a Poet — It is That... (стихотворение), p. 215
    450. Emily Dickinson. 449. I died for Beauty — but was scarce... (стихотворение), p. 216
    451. Emily Dickinson. 450. Dreams — are well — but Waking's better... (стихотворение), p. 216
    452. Emily Dickinson. 451. The Outer — from the Inner... (стихотворение), p. 216-217
    453. Emily Dickinson. 452. The Malay — took the Pearl —... (стихотворение), p. 217
    454. Emily Dickinson. 453. Love — thou art high —... (стихотворение), p. 217-218
    455. Emily Dickinson. 454. It was given to me by the Gods —... (стихотворение), p. 218
    456. Emily Dickinson. 455. Triumph — may be of several kinds —... (стихотворение), p. 219
    457. Emily Dickinson. 456. So well that I can live without —... (стихотворение), p. 219
    458. Emily Dickinson. 457. Sweet — safe — Houses —... (стихотворение), p. 219-220
    459. Emily Dickinson. 458. Like eyes that looked on Wastes —... (стихотворение), p. 220
    460. Emily Dickinson. 459. A Tooth upon Our Peace... (стихотворение), p. 221
    461. Emily Dickinson. 460. I know where Wells grow — Droughtless Wells —... (стихотворение), p. 221
    462. Emily Dickinson. 461. A Wife — at daybreak I shall be —... (стихотворение), p. 222
    463. Emily Dickinson. 462. Why make it doubt — it hurts it so —... (стихотворение), p. 222
    464. Emily Dickinson. 463. I live with Him — I see His face —... (стихотворение), p. 222-223
    465. Emily Dickinson. 464. The power to be true to You... (стихотворение), p. 223
    466. Emily Dickinson. 465. I heard a Fly buzz — when I died —... (стихотворение), p. 223-224
    467. Emily Dickinson. 466. ʼTis little I — could care for Pearls —... (стихотворение), p. 224
    468. Emily Dickinson. 467. We do not play on Graves —... (стихотворение), p. 224-225
    469. Emily Dickinson. 468. The Manner of its Death... (стихотворение), p. 225
    470. Emily Dickinson. 469. The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —... (стихотворение), p. 225
    471. Emily Dickinson. 470. I am alive — I guess —... (стихотворение), p. 225-226
    472. Emily Dickinson. 471. A Night — there lay the Days between —... (стихотворение), p. 226-227
    473. Emily Dickinson. 472. Except the Heaven had come so near —... (стихотворение), p. 227
    474. Emily Dickinson. 473. I am ashamed — I hide... (стихотворение), p. 227-228
    475. Emily Dickinson. 474. They put Us far apart —... (стихотворение), p. 228
    476. Emily Dickinson. 475. Doom is the House without the Door —... (стихотворение), p. 229
    477. Emily Dickinson. 476. I meant to have but modest needs —... (стихотворение), p. 229-230
    478. Emily Dickinson. 477. No Man can compass a Despair —... (стихотворение), p. 230
    479. Emily Dickinson. 478. I had no time to Hate —... (стихотворение), p. 230-231
    480. Emily Dickinson. 479. She dealt her pretty words like Blades —... (стихотворение), p. 231
    481. Emily Dickinson. 480. “Why do I love” You, Sir?.. (стихотворение), p. 231-232
    482. Emily Dickinson. 481. The Himmaleh was known to stoop... (стихотворение), p. 232
    483. Emily Dickinson. 482. We Cover Thee — Sweet Face —... (стихотворение), p. 232
    484. Emily Dickinson. 483. A Solemn thing within the Soul... (стихотворение), p. 232-233
    485. Emily Dickinson. 484. My Garden — like the Beach —... (стихотворение), p. 233
    486. Emily Dickinson. 485. To make One's Toilette — after Death... (стихотворение), p. 233
    487. Emily Dickinson. 486. I was the slightest in the House —... (стихотворение), p. 234
    488. Emily Dickinson. 487. You love the Lord — you cannot see —... (стихотворение), p. 234
    489. Emily Dickinson. 488. Myself was formed — a Carpenter —... (стихотворение), p. 234-235
    490. Emily Dickinson. 489. We pray — to Heaven —... (стихотворение), p. 235
    491. Emily Dickinson. 490. To One denied the drink... (стихотворение), p. 235-236
    492. Emily Dickinson. 491. While it is alive... (стихотворение), p. 236
    493. Emily Dickinson. 492. Civilization — spurns — the Leopard!.. (стихотворение), p. 236
    494. Emily Dickinson. 493. The World — stands — solemner — to me —... (стихотворение), p. 237
    495. Emily Dickinson. 494 (Version I). Going to Him! Happy letter!.. (стихотворение), p. 237-238
    496. Emily Dickinson. 494 (Version II). Going — to — Her!.. (стихотворение), p. 238-239
    497. Emily Dickinson. 495. It's thoughts — and just One Heart —... (стихотворение), p. 239
    498. Emily Dickinson. 496. As far from pity, as complaint —... (стихотворение), p. 240
    499. Emily Dickinson. 497. He strained my faith —... (стихотворение), p. 240
    500. Emily Dickinson. 498. I envy Seas, whereon He rides —... (стихотворение), p. 241
    501. Emily Dickinson. 499. Those fair — fictitious People —... (стихотворение), p. 241-242
    502. Emily Dickinson. 500. Within my Garden, rides a Bird... (стихотворение), p. 242-243
    503. Emily Dickinson. 501. This World is not Conclusion... (стихотворение), p. 243
    504. Emily Dickinson. 502. At least — to pray — is left — is left —... (стихотворение), p. 243-244
    505. Emily Dickinson. 503. Better — than Music! For I — who heard it —... (стихотворение), p. 244
    506. Emily Dickinson. 504. You know that Portrait in the Moon —... (стихотворение), p. 245
    507. Emily Dickinson. 505. I would not paint — a picture —... (стихотворение), p. 245-246
    508. Emily Dickinson. 506. He touched me, so I live to know... (стихотворение), p. 246
    509. Emily Dickinson. 507. She sights a Bird — she chuckles —... (стихотворение), p. 246-247
    510. Emily Dickinson. 508. I'm ceded — I've stopped being Theirs —... (стихотворение), p. 247
    511. Emily Dickinson. 509. If anybody's friend be dead... (стихотворение), p. 247-248
    512. Emily Dickinson. 510. It was not Death, for I stood up... (стихотворение), p. 248-249
    513. Emily Dickinson. 511. If you were coming in the Fall... (стихотворение), p. 249-250
    514. Emily Dickinson. 512. The Soul has Bandaged moments —... (стихотворение), p. 250
    515. Emily Dickinson. 513. Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews... (стихотворение), p. 250-251
    516. Emily Dickinson. 514. Her smile was shaped like other smiles —... (стихотворение), p. 251
    517. Emily Dickinson. 515. No Crowd that has occurred... (стихотворение), p. 251-252
    518. Emily Dickinson. 516. Beauty — be not caused — It Is —... (стихотворение), p. 252
    519. Emily Dickinson. 517. He parts Himself — like Leaves —... (стихотворение), p. 252-253
    520. Emily Dickinson. 518. Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night... (стихотворение), p. 253
    521. Emily Dickinson. 519. ʼTwas warm — at first — like Us —... (стихотворение), p. 253-254
    522. Emily Dickinson. 520. I started Early — Took my Dog —... (стихотворение), p. 254-255
    523. Emily Dickinson. 521. Endow the Living — with the Tears —... (стихотворение), p. 255
    524. Emily Dickinson. 522. Had I presumed to hope —... (стихотворение), p. 255
    525. Emily Dickinson. 523. Sweet — You forgot — but I remembered... (стихотворение), p. 256
    526. Emily Dickinson. 524. Departed — to the Judgment —... (стихотворение), p. 256
    527. Emily Dickinson. 525. I think the Hemlock likes to stand... (стихотворение), p. 256-257
    528. Emily Dickinson. 526. To hear an Oriole sing... (стихотворение), p. 257
    529. Emily Dickinson. 527. To put this World down, like a Bundle —... (стихотворение), p. 257-258
    530. Emily Dickinson. 528. Mine — by the Right of the White Election!.. (стихотворение), p. 258
    531. Emily Dickinson. 529. I'm sorry for the Dead — Today —... (стихотворение), p. 258-259
    532. Emily Dickinson. 530. You cannot put a Fire out —... (стихотворение), p. 259
    533. Emily Dickinson. 531. We dream — it is good we are dreaming —... (стихотворение), p. 259-260
    534. Emily Dickinson. 532. I tried to think a lonelier Thing... (стихотворение), p. 260
    535. Emily Dickinson. 533. Two butterflies went out at Noon —... (стихотворение), p. 260-261
    536. Emily Dickinson. 534. We see — Comparatively —... (стихотворение), p. 261
    537. Emily Dickinson. 535. She's happy, with a new Content —... (стихотворение), p. 261-262
    538. Emily Dickinson. 536. The Heart asks Pleasure — first —... (стихотворение), p. 262
    539. Emily Dickinson. 537. Me prove it now — Whoever doubt... (стихотворение), p. 262
    540. Emily Dickinson. 538. ʼTis true — They shut me in the Cold —... (стихотворение), p. 263
    541. Emily Dickinson. 539. The Province of the Saved... (стихотворение), p. 263
    542. Emily Dickinson. 540. I took my Power in my Hand —... (стихотворение), p. 263-264
    543. Emily Dickinson. 541. Some such Butterfly be seen... (стихотворение), p. 264
    544. Emily Dickinson. 542. I had no Cause to be awake —... (стихотворение), p. 264-265
    545. Emily Dickinson. 543. I fear a Man of frugal Speech —... (стихотворение), p. 265
    546. Emily Dickinson. 544. The Martyr Poets — did not tell —... (стихотворение), p. 265
    547. Emily Dickinson. 545. ʼTis One by One — the Father counts —... (стихотворение), p. 265-266
    548. Emily Dickinson. 546. To fill a Gap... (стихотворение), p. 266
    549. Emily Dickinson. 547. I've seen a Dying Eye... (стихотворение), p. 266
    550. Emily Dickinson. 548. Death is potential to that Man... (стихотворение), p. 266-267
    551. Emily Dickinson. 549. That I did always love... (стихотворение), p. 267
    552. Emily Dickinson. 550. I cross till I am weary... (стихотворение), p. 267-268
    553. Emily Dickinson. 551. There is a Shame of Nobleness —... (стихотворение), p. 268
    554. Emily Dickinson. 552. An ignorance a Sunset... (стихотворение), p. 268-269
    555. Emily Dickinson. 553. One Crucifixion is recorded — only —... (стихотворение), p. 269
    556. Emily Dickinson. 554. The Black Berry — wears a Thorn in his side —... (стихотворение), p. 269-270
    557. Emily Dickinson. 555. Trust in the Unexpected —... (стихотворение), p. 270
    558. Emily Dickinson. 556. The Brain, within its Groove... (стихотворение), p. 270-271
    559. Emily Dickinson. 557. She hideth Her the last —... (стихотворение), p. 271
    560. Emily Dickinson. 558. But little Carmine hath her face —... (стихотворение), p. 271
    561. Emily Dickinson. 559. It knew no Medicine —... (стихотворение), p. 271-272
    562. Emily Dickinson. 560. It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation —... (стихотворение), p. 272
    563. Emily Dickinson. 561. I measure every Grief I meet... (стихотворение), p. 272-273
    564. Emily Dickinson. 562. Conjecturing a Climate... (стихотворение), p. 273-274
    565. Emily Dickinson. 563. I could not prove the Years had feet —... (стихотворение), p. 274
    566. Emily Dickinson. 564. My period had come for Prayer —... (стихотворение), p. 274-275
    567. Emily Dickinson. 565. One Anguish — in a Crowd —... (стихотворение), p. 275
    568. Emily Dickinson. 566. A Dying Tiger — moaned for Drink —... (стихотворение), p. 275-276
    569. Emily Dickinson. 567. He gave away his Life —... (стихотворение), p. 276
    570. Emily Dickinson. 568. We learned the Whole of Love —... (стихотворение), p. 276-277
    571. Emily Dickinson. 569. I reckon — when I count it all —... (стихотворение), p. 277
    572. Emily Dickinson. 570. I could die — to know —... (стихотворение), p. 277-278
    573. Emily Dickinson. 571. Must be a Woe —... (стихотворение), p. 278
    574. Emily Dickinson. 572. Delight — becomes pictorial —... (стихотворение), p. 278-279
    575. Emily Dickinson. 573. The Test of Love — is Death —... (стихотворение), p. 279
    576. Emily Dickinson. 574. My first well Day — since many ill —... (стихотворение), p. 279-280
    577. Emily Dickinson. 575. “Heaven” has different Signs — to me —... (стихотворение), p. 280-281
    578. Emily Dickinson. 576. I prayed, at first, a little Girl... (стихотворение), p. 281
    579. Emily Dickinson. 577. If I may have it, when it's dead... (стихотворение), p. 281-282
    580. Emily Dickinson. 578. The Body grows without —... (стихотворение), p. 282
    581. Emily Dickinson. 579. I had been hungry, all the Years —... (стихотворение), p. 283
    582. Emily Dickinson. 580. I gave myself to Him —... (стихотворение), p. 283-284
    583. Emily Dickinson. 581. I found the words to every thought... (стихотворение), p. 284
    584. Emily Dickinson. 582. Inconceivably solemn!.. (стихотворение), p. 284-285
    585. Emily Dickinson. 583. A Toad, can die of Light —... (стихотворение), p. 285
    586. Emily Dickinson. 584. It ceased to hurt me, though so slow... (стихотворение), p. 285
    587. Emily Dickinson. 585. I like to see it lap the Miles —... (стихотворение), p. 286
    588. Emily Dickinson. 586. We talked as Girls do —... (стихотворение), p. 286-287
    589. Emily Dickinson. 587. Empty my Heart, of Thee —... (стихотворение), p. 287
    590. Emily Dickinson. 588. I cried at Pity — not at Pain —... (стихотворение), p. 287-288
    591. Emily Dickinson. 589. The Night was wide, and furnished scant... (стихотворение), p. 288-289
    592. Emily Dickinson. 590. Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth —... (стихотворение), p. 289
    593. Emily Dickinson. 591. To interrupt His Yellow Plan... (стихотворение), p. 289-290
    594. Emily Dickinson. 592. What care the Dead, for Chanticleer —... (стихотворение), p. 290
    595. Emily Dickinson. 593. I think I was enchanted... (стихотворение), p. 291
    596. Emily Dickinson. 594. The Battle fought between the Soul... (стихотворение), p. 292
    597. Emily Dickinson. 595. Like Mighty Foot Lights — burned the Red... (стихотворение), p. 292
    598. Emily Dickinson. 596. When I was small, a Woman died —... (стихотворение), p. 292-293
    599. Emily Dickinson. 597. It always felt to me — a wrong... (стихотворение), p. 293-294
    600. Emily Dickinson. 598. Three times — we parted — Breath — and I —... (стихотворение), p. 294
    601. Emily Dickinson. 599. There is a pain — so utter —... (стихотворение), p. 294
    602. Emily Dickinson. 600. It troubled me as once I was —... (стихотворение), p. 295
    603. Emily Dickinson. 601. A still — Volcano — Life —... (стихотворение), p. 295
    604. Emily Dickinson. 602. Of Brussels — it was not —... (стихотворение), p. 296
    605. Emily Dickinson. 603. He found my Being — set it up —... (стихотворение), p. 296
    606. Emily Dickinson. 604. Unto my Books — so good to turn —... (стихотворение), p. 296-297
    607. Emily Dickinson. 605. The Spider holds a Silver Ball... (стихотворение), p. 297
    608. Emily Dickinson. 606. The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung —... (стихотворение), p. 297-298
    609. Emily Dickinson. 607. Of nearness to her sundered Things... (стихотворение), p. 298-299
    610. Emily Dickinson. 608. Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?.. (стихотворение), p. 299
    611. Emily Dickinson. 609. I Years had been from Home... (стихотворение), p. 299-300
    612. Emily Dickinson. 610. You'll find — it when you try to die —... (стихотворение), p. 300-301
    613. Emily Dickinson. 611. I see thee better — in the Dark —... (стихотворение), p. 301
    614. Emily Dickinson. 612. It would have starved a Gnat —... (стихотворение), p. 301-302
    615. Emily Dickinson. 613. They shut me up in Prose —... (стихотворение), p. 302
    616. Emily Dickinson. 614. In falling Timbers buried —... (стихотворение), p. 302-303
    617. Emily Dickinson. 615. Our journey had advanced —... (стихотворение), p. 303
    618. Emily Dickinson. 616. I rose — because He sank —... (стихотворение), p. 303-304
    619. Emily Dickinson. 617. Don't put up my Thread and Needle —... (стихотворение), p. 304
    620. Emily Dickinson. 618. At leisure is the Soul... (стихотворение), p. 305
    621. Emily Dickinson. 619. Glee — The great storm is over —... (стихотворение), p. 305
    622. Emily Dickinson. 620. It makes no difference abroad —... (стихотворение), p. 305-306
    623. Emily Dickinson. 621. I asked no other thing —... (стихотворение), p. 306
    624. Emily Dickinson. 622. To know just how He suffered — would be dear —... (стихотворение), p. 306-307
    625. Emily Dickinson. 623. It was too late for Man —... (стихотворение), p. 307
    626. Emily Dickinson. 624. Forever — is composed of Nows —... (стихотворение), p. 307-308
    627. Emily Dickinson. 625. ʼTwas a long Parting — but the time... (стихотворение), p. 308
    628. Emily Dickinson. 626. Only God — detect the Sorrow —... (стихотворение), p. 308-309
    629. Emily Dickinson. 627. The Tint I cannot take — is best —... (стихотворение), p. 309
    630. Emily Dickinson. 628. They called me to the Window, for... (стихотворение), p. 310
    631. Emily Dickinson. 629. I watched the Moon around the House... (стихотворение), p. 310-311
    632. Emily Dickinson. 630. The Lightning playeth — all the while —... (стихотворение), p. 311-312
    633. Emily Dickinson. 631. Ourselves were wed one summer — dear —... (стихотворение), p. 312
    634. Emily Dickinson. 632. The Brain — is wider than the Sky —... (стихотворение), p. 312-313
    635. Emily Dickinson. 633. When Bells stop ringing — Church — begins —... (стихотворение), p. 313
    636. Emily Dickinson. 634. You'll know Her — by Her Foot —... (стихотворение), p. 313-314
    637. Emily Dickinson. 635. I think the longest Hour of all... (стихотворение), p. 314
    638. Emily Dickinson. 636. The Way I read a Letter's — this —... (стихотворение), p. 314-315
    639. Emily Dickinson. 637. The Child's faith is new —... (стихотворение), p. 315-316
    640. Emily Dickinson. 638. To my small Hearth His fire came... (стихотворение), p. 316
    641. Emily Dickinson. 639. My Portion is Defeat — today —... (стихотворение), p. 316
    642. Emily Dickinson. 640. I cannot live with You —... (стихотворение), p. 317-318
    643. Emily Dickinson. 641. Size circumscribes — it has no room... (стихотворение), p. 318
    644. Emily Dickinson. 642. Me from Myself — to banish —... (стихотворение), p. 318-319
    645. Emily Dickinson. 643. I cou. d suffice for Him, I knew —... (стихотворение), p. 319
    646. Emily Dickinson. 644. You left me — Sire — two Legacies —... (стихотворение), p. 319-320
    647. Emily Dickinson. 645. Bereavement in their death to feel... (стихотворение), p. 320
    648. Emily Dickinson. 646. I think to Live — may be a Bliss... (стихотворение), p. 320-321
    649. Emily Dickinson. 647. A little Road — not made of Man —... (стихотворение), p. 321
    650. Emily Dickinson. 648. Promise This — When You be Dying —... (стихотворение), p. 321-322
    651. Emily Dickinson. 649. Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead... (стихотворение), p. 322-323
    652. Emily Dickinson. 650. Pain — has an Element of Blank —... (стихотворение), p. 323-324
    653. Emily Dickinson. 651. So much Summer... (стихотворение), p. 324
    654. Emily Dickinson. 652. A Prison gets to be a friend —... (стихотворение), p. 324-325
    655. Emily Dickinson. 653. Of Being is a Bird... (стихотворение), p. 325
    656. Emily Dickinson. 654. A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep —... (стихотворение), p. 326
    657. Emily Dickinson. 655. Without this — there is nought —... (стихотворение), p. 326
    658. Emily Dickinson. 656. The name — of it — is “Autumn”... (стихотворение), p. 326-327
    659. Emily Dickinson. 657. I dwell in Possibility —... (стихотворение), p. 327
    660. Emily Dickinson. 658. Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red —... (стихотворение), p. 327
    661. Emily Dickinson. 659. That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet... (стихотворение), p. 327-328
    662. Emily Dickinson. 660. ʼTis good — the looking back on Grief —... (стихотворение), p. 328
    663. Emily Dickinson. 661. Could I but ride indefinite... (стихотворение), p. 328-329
    664. Emily Dickinson. 662. Embarrassment of one another... (стихотворение), p. 329
    665. Emily Dickinson. 663. Again — his voice is at the door —... (стихотворение), p. 329-330
    666. Emily Dickinson. 664. Of all the Souls that stand create —... (стихотворение), p. 330
    667. Emily Dickinson. 665. Dropped into the Ether Acre —... (стихотворение), p. 330-331
    668. Emily Dickinson. 666. Ah Teneriffe!.. (стихотворение), p. 331
    669. Emily Dickinson. 667. Bloom upon the Mountain — stated —... (стихотворение), p. 331-332
    670. Emily Dickinson. 668. “Nature” is what we see —... (стихотворение), p. 332
    671. Emily Dickinson. 669. No Romance sold unto... (стихотворение), p. 332
    672. Emily Dickinson. 670. One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —... (стихотворение), p. 333
    673. Emily Dickinson. 671. She dwelleth in the Ground —... (стихотворение), p. 333
    674. Emily Dickinson. 672. The Future — never spoke —... (стихотворение), p. 334
    675. Emily Dickinson. 673. The Love a Life can show Below... (стихотворение), p. 334
    676. Emily Dickinson. 674. The Soul that hath a Guest... (стихотворение), p. 335
    677. Emily Dickinson. 675 . Essential Oils — are wrung —... (стихотворение), p. 335
    678. Emily Dickinson. 676. Least Bee that brew —... (стихотворение), p. 335
    679. Emily Dickinson. 677. To be alive — is Power —... (стихотворение), p. 335-336
    680. Emily Dickinson. 678. Wolfe demanded during dying... (стихотворение), p. 336
    681. Emily Dickinson. 679. Conscious am I in my Chamber... (стихотворение), p. 336-337
    682. Emily Dickinson. 680. Each Life Converges to some Centre —... (стихотворение), p. 337
    683. Emily Dickinson. 681. Soil of Flint, if steady tilled —... (стихотворение), p. 337
    684. Emily Dickinson. 682. ʼTwould ease — a Butterfly —... (стихотворение), p. 338
    685. Emily Dickinson. 683. The Soul unto itself... (стихотворение), p. 338
    686. Emily Dickinson. 684. Best Gains — must have the Losses' Test —... (стихотворение), p. 338
    687. Emily Dickinson. 685. Not Revelation — 'tis — that waits... (стихотворение), p. 339
    688. Emily Dickinson. 686. They say that “Time assuages” —... (стихотворение), p. 339
    689. Emily Dickinson. 687. I'll send the feather from my Hat!.. (стихотворение), p. 339
    690. Emily Dickinson. 688. “Speech” — is a prank of Parliament —... (стихотворение), p. 339
    691. Emily Dickinson. 689. The Zeroes — taught us — Phosphorous —... (стихотворение), p. 340
    692. Emily Dickinson. 690. Victory comes late —... (стихотворение), p. 340
    693. Emily Dickinson. 691. Would you like summer? Taste of ours... (стихотворение), p. 340-341
    694. Emily Dickinson. 692. The Sun kept setting — setting — still... (стихотворение), p. 341
    695. Emily Dickinson. 693. Shells from the Coast mistaking —... (стихотворение), p. 341
    696. Emily Dickinson. 694. The Heaven vests for Each... (стихотворение), p. 342
    697. Emily Dickinson. 695. As if the Sea should part... (стихотворение), p. 342
    698. Emily Dickinson. 696. Their Height in Heaven comforts not —... (стихотворение), p. 342-343
    699. Emily Dickinson. 697. I could bring You Jewels — had I a mind to —... (стихотворение), p. 343
    700. Emily Dickinson. 698. Life — is what we make of it —... (стихотворение), p. 343-344
    701. Emily Dickinson. 699. The Judge is like the Owl —... (стихотворение), p. 344
    702. Emily Dickinson. 700. You've seen Balloons set — Haven't You?.. (стихотворение), p. 344-345
    703. Emily Dickinson. 701. A Thought went up my mind today —... (стихотворение), p. 345
    704. Emily Dickinson. 702. A first Mute Coming —... (стихотворение), p. 346
    705. Emily Dickinson. 703. Out of sight? What of that?.. (стихотворение), p. 346
    706. Emily Dickinson. 704. No matter — now — Sweet —... (стихотворение), p. 346-347
    707. Emily Dickinson. 705. Suspense — is Hostiler than Death —... (стихотворение), p. 347
    708. Emily Dickinson. 706. Life, and Death, and Giants —... (стихотворение), p. 347
    709. Emily Dickinson. 707. The Grace — Myself — might not obtain —... (стихотворение), p. 347-348
    710. Emily Dickinson. 708. I sometimes drop it, for a Quick —... (стихотворение), p. 348
    711. Emily Dickinson. 709. Publication — is the Auction... (стихотворение), p. 348-349
    712. Emily Dickinson. 710. The Sunrise runs for Both —... (стихотворение), p. 349
    713. Emily Dickinson. 711. Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds... (стихотворение), p. 349-350
    714. Emily Dickinson. 712. Because I could not stop for Death —... (стихотворение), p. 350
    715. Emily Dickinson. 713. Fame of Myself, to justify... (стихотворение), p. 350-351
    716. Emily Dickinson. 714. Rest at Night... (стихотворение), p. 351
    717. Emily Dickinson. 715. The World — feels Dusty... (стихотворение), p. 351
    718. Emily Dickinson. 716. The Day undressed — Herself —... (стихотворение), p. 351-352
    719. Emily Dickinson. 717. The Beggar Lad — dies early —... (стихотворение), p. 352
    720. Emily Dickinson. 718. I meant to find Her when I came —... (стихотворение), p. 353
    721. Emily Dickinson. 719. A South Wind — has a pathos... (стихотворение), p. 353
    722. Emily Dickinson. 720. No Prisoner be —... (стихотворение), p. 353
    723. Emily Dickinson. 721. Behind Me — dips Eternity —... (стихотворение), p. 353-354
    724. Emily Dickinson. 722. Sweet Mountains — Ye tell Me no lie —... (стихотворение), p. 354
    725. Emily Dickinson. 723. It tossed — and tossed —... (стихотворение), p. 354-355
    726. Emily Dickinson. 724. It's easy to invent a Life —... (стихотворение), p. 355
    727. Emily Dickinson. 725. Where Thou art — that — is Home —... (стихотворение), p. 355-356
    728. Emily Dickinson. 726. We thirst at first — 'tis Nature's Act —... (стихотворение), p. 356
    729. Emily Dickinson. 727. Precious to Me — She still shall be —... (стихотворение), p. 356-357
    730. Emily Dickinson. 728. Let Us play Yesterday —... (стихотворение), p. 357-358
    731. Emily Dickinson. 729. Alter! When the Hills do... (стихотворение), p. 358
    732. Emily Dickinson. 730. Defrauded I a Butterfly —... (стихотворение), p. 358
    733. Emily Dickinson. 731. “I want” — it pleaded — All its life —... (стихотворение), p. 358
    734. Emily Dickinson. 732. She rose to His Requirement — dropt... (стихотворение), p. 359
    735. Emily Dickinson. 733. The Spirit is the Conscious Ear... (стихотворение), p. 359
    736. Emily Dickinson. 734. If He were living — dare I ask —... (стихотворение), p. 359-360
    737. Emily Dickinson. 735. Upon Concluded Lives... (стихотворение), p. 360
    738. Emily Dickinson. 736. Have any like Myself... (стихотворение), p. 360-361
    739. Emily Dickinson. 737. The Moon was but a Chin of Gold... (стихотворение), p. 361-362
    740. Emily Dickinson. 738. You said that I “was Great” — one Day —... (стихотворение), p. 362
    741. Emily Dickinson. 739. I many times thought Peace had come... (стихотворение), p. 362
    742. Emily Dickinson. 740. You taught me Waiting with Myself —... (стихотворение), p. 363
    743. Emily Dickinson. 741. Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day... (стихотворение), p. 363
    744. Emily Dickinson. 742. Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre —... (стихотворение), p. 364
    745. Emily Dickinson. 743. The Birds reported from the South —... (стихотворение), p. 364-365
    746. Emily Dickinson. 744. Remorse — is Memory — awake —... (стихотворение), p. 365
    747. Emily Dickinson. 745. Renunciation — is a piercing Virtue —... (стихотворение), p. 365-366
    748. Emily Dickinson. 746. Never for Society... (стихотворение), p. 366
    749. Emily Dickinson. 747. It dropped so low — in my Regard —... (стихотворение), p. 366
    750. Emily Dickinson. 748. Autumn — overlooked my Knitting —... (стихотворение), p. 367
    751. Emily Dickinson. 749. All but Death, can be Adjusted —... (стихотворение), p. 367
    752. Emily Dickinson. 750. Growth of Man — like Growth of Nature —... (стихотворение), p. 367-368
    753. Emily Dickinson. 751. My Worthiness is all my Doubt —... (стихотворение), p. 368
    754. Emily Dickinson. 752. So the Eyes accost — and sunder —... (стихотворение), p. 368
    755. Emily Dickinson. 753. My Soul — accused me — And I quailed —... (стихотворение), p. 369
    756. Emily Dickinson. 754. My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —... (стихотворение), p. 369-370
    757. Emily Dickinson. 755. No Bobolink — reverse His Singing... (стихотворение), p. 370
    758. Emily Dickinson. 756. One Blessing had I than the rest... (стихотворение), p. 370-371
    759. Emily Dickinson. 757. The Mountains — grow unnoticed —... (стихотворение), p. 371
    760. Emily Dickinson. 758. These — saw Visions —... (стихотворение), p. 371
    761. Emily Dickinson. 759. He fought like those Who've nought to lose —... (стихотворение), p. 372
    762. Emily Dickinson. 760. Most she touched me by her muteness —... (стихотворение), p. 372-373
    763. Emily Dickinson. 761. From Blank to Blank —... (стихотворение), p. 373
    764. Emily Dickinson. 762. The Whole of it came not at once —... (стихотворение), p. 373
    765. Emily Dickinson. 763. He told a homely tale... (стихотворение), p. 373-374
    766. Emily Dickinson. 764. Presentiment — is that long Shadow — on the Lawn —... (стихотворение), p. 374
    767. Emily Dickinson. 765. You constituted Time —... (стихотворение), p. 374
    768. Emily Dickinson. 766. My Faith is larger than the Hills —... (стихотворение), p. 375
    769. Emily Dickinson. 767. To offer brave assistance... (стихотворение), p. 375
    770. Emily Dickinson. 768. When I hoped, I recollect... (стихотворение), p. 375-376
    771. Emily Dickinson. 769. One and One — are One —... (стихотворение), p. 376
    772. Emily Dickinson. 770. I lived on Dread —... (стихотворение), p. 376-377
    773. Emily Dickinson. 771. None can experience stint... (стихотворение), p. 377
    774. Emily Dickinson. 772. The hallowing of Pain... (стихотворение), p. 377
    775. Emily Dickinson. 773. Deprived of other Banquet... (стихотворение), p. 377-378
    776. Emily Dickinson. 774. It is a lonesome Glee —... (стихотворение), p. 378
    777. Emily Dickinson. 775. If Blame be my side — forfeit Me —... (стихотворение), p. 378
    778. Emily Dickinson. 776. Purple — / The Color of a Queen, is this —... (стихотворение), p. 378-379
    779. Emily Dickinson. 777. The Loneliness One dare not sound —... (стихотворение), p. 379
    780. Emily Dickinson. 778. This that would greet — an hour ago —... (стихотворение), p. 379-380
    781. Emily Dickinson. 779. The Service without Hope —... (стихотворение), p. 380
    782. Emily Dickinson. 780. The Truth — is stirless —... (стихотворение), p. 380
    783. Emily Dickinson. 781. To wait an Hour — is long —... (стихотворение), p. 380-381
    784. Emily Dickinson. 782. There is an arid Pleasure —... (стихотворение), p. 381
    785. Emily Dickinson. 783. The Birds begun at Four o'clock—... (стихотворение), p. 381-382
    786. Emily Dickinson. 784. Bereaved of all, I went abroad —... (стихотворение), p. 382
    787. Emily Dickinson. 785. They have a little Odor — that to me... (стихотворение), p. 382
    788. Emily Dickinson. 786. Severer Service of myself... (стихотворение), p. 383
    789. Emily Dickinson. 787. Such is the Force of Happiness —... (стихотворение), p. 383-384
    790. Emily Dickinson. 788. Joy to have merited the Pain —... (стихотворение), p. 384
    791. Emily Dickinson. 789. On a Columnar Self —... (стихотворение), p. 384-385
    792. Emily Dickinson. 790. Nature — the Gentlest Mother is... (стихотворение), p. 385-386
    793. Emily Dickinson. 791. God gave a Loaf to every Bird —... (стихотворение), p. 386
    794. Emily Dickinson. 792. Through the strait pass of suffering —... (стихотворение), p. 386-387
    795. Emily Dickinson. 793. Grief is a Mouse —... (стихотворение), p. 387
    796. Emily Dickinson. 794. A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree —... (стихотворение), p. 387-388
    797. Emily Dickinson. 795. Her final Summer was it —... (стихотворение), p. 388
    798. Emily Dickinson. 796. Who Giants know, with lesser Men... (стихотворение), p. 388-389
    799. Emily Dickinson. 797. By my Window have I for Scenery... (стихотворение), p. 389
    800. Emily Dickinson. 798. She staked her Feathers — Gained an Arc... (стихотворение), p. 389-390
    801. Emily Dickinson. 799. Despair's advantage is achieved... (стихотворение), p. 390
    802. Emily Dickinson. 800. Two — were immortal twice —... (стихотворение), p. 390
    803. Emily Dickinson. 801. I play at Riches — to appease... (стихотворение), p. 391
    804. Emily Dickinson. 802. Time feels so vast that were it not... (стихотворение), p. 391-392
    805. Emily Dickinson. 803. Who Court obtain within Himself... (стихотворение), p. 392
    806. Emily Dickinson. 804. No Notice gave She, but a Change —... (стихотворение), p. 392-393
    807. Emily Dickinson. 805. This Bauble was preferred of Bees —... (стихотворение), p. 393
    808. Emily Dickinson. 806. A Plated Life — diversified... (стихотворение), p. 393
    809. Emily Dickinson. 807. Expectation — is Contentment —... (стихотворение), p. 393-394
    810. Emily Dickinson. 808. So set its Sun in Thee... (стихотворение), p. 394
    811. Emily Dickinson. 809. Unable are the Loved to die... (стихотворение), p. 394
    812. Emily Dickinson. 810. Her Grace is all she has —... (стихотворение), p. 394
    813. Emily Dickinson. 811. The Veins of other Flowers... (стихотворение), p. 394-395
    814. Emily Dickinson. 812. A Light exists in Spring... (стихотворение), p. 395
    815. Emily Dickinson. 813. This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies... (стихотворение), p. 395-396
    816. Emily Dickinson. 814. One Day is there of the Series... (стихотворение), p. 396
    817. Emily Dickinson. 815. The Luxury to apprehend... (стихотворение), p. 396-397
    818. Emily Dickinson. 816. A Death blow is a Life blow to Some... (стихотворение), p. 397
    819. Emily Dickinson. 817. Given in Marriage unto Thee... (стихотворение), p. 397
    820. Emily Dickinson. 818. I could not drink it, Sweet... (стихотворение), p. 397
    821. Emily Dickinson. 819. All I may, if small... (стихотворение), p. 398
    822. Emily Dickinson. 820. All Circumstances are the Frame... (стихотворение), p. 398
    823. Emily Dickinson. 821. Away from Home are some and I —... (стихотворение), p. 398
    824. Emily Dickinson. 822. This Consciousness that is aware... (стихотворение), p. 399
    825. Emily Dickinson. 823. Not that We did, shall be the test... (стихотворение), p. 399
    826. Emily Dickinson. 824 (first version). The Wind begun to knead the Grass —... (стихотворение), p. 399-400
    827. Emily Dickinson. 824 (second version). The Wind begun to rock the Grass —... (стихотворение), p. 400-401
    828. Emily Dickinson. 825. An Hour is a Sea... (стихотворение), p. 401
    829. Emily Dickinson. 826. Love reckons by itself — alone —... (стихотворение), p. 401
    830. Emily Dickinson. 827. The Only News I know... (стихотворение), p. 401
    831. Emily Dickinson. 828. The Robin is the One... (стихотворение), p. 402
    832. Emily Dickinson. 829. Ample make this Bed —... (стихотворение), p. 402
    833. Emily Dickinson. 830. To this World she returned... (стихотворение), p. 402-403
    834. Emily Dickinson. 831. Dying! To be afraid of thee... (стихотворение), p. 403
    835. Emily Dickinson. 832. Soto! Explore thyself!.. (стихотворение), p. 403
    836. Emily Dickinson. 833. Perhaps you think me stooping... (стихотворение), p. 403
    837. Emily Dickinson. 834. Before He comes we weigh the Time!.. (стихотворение), p. 404
    838. Emily Dickinson. 835. Nature and God — I neither knew... (стихотворение), p. 404
    839. Emily Dickinson. 836. Truth — is as old as God —... (стихотворение), p. 404
    840. Emily Dickinson. 837. How well I knew Her not... (стихотворение), p. 404
    841. Emily Dickinson. 838. Impossibility, like Wine... (стихотворение), p. 405
    842. Emily Dickinson. 839. Always Mine!.. (стихотворение), p. 405
    843. Emily Dickinson. 840. I cannot buy it — 'tis not sold —... (стихотворение), p. 405-406
    844. Emily Dickinson. 841. A Moth the hue of this... (стихотворение), p. 406
    845. Emily Dickinson. 842. Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!.. (стихотворение), p. 406
    846. Emily Dickinson. 843. I made slow Riches but my Gain... (стихотворение), p. 406
    847. Emily Dickinson. 844. Spring is the Period... (стихотворение), p. 407
    848. Emily Dickinson. 845. Be Mine the Doom —... (стихотворение), p. 407
    849. Emily Dickinson. 846. Twice had Summer her fair Verdure... (стихотворение), p. 407
    850. Emily Dickinson. 847. Finite — to fail, but infinite to Venture —... (стихотворение), p. 407
    851. Emily Dickinson. 848. Just as He spoke it from his Hands... (стихотворение), p. 408
    852. Emily Dickinson. 849. The good Will of a Flower... (стихотворение), p. 408
    853. Emily Dickinson. 850. I sing to use the Waiting... (стихотворение), p. 408
    854. Emily Dickinson. 851. When the Astronomer stops seeking... (стихотворение), p. 408-409
    855. Emily Dickinson. 852. Apology for Her... (стихотворение), p. 409
    856. Emily Dickinson. 853. When One has given up One's life... (стихотворение), p. 409
    857. Emily Dickinson. 854. Banish Air from Air —... (стихотворение), p. 409-410
    858. Emily Dickinson. 855. To own the Art within the Soul... (стихотворение), p. 410
    859. Emily Dickinson. 856. There is a finished feeling... (стихотворение), p. 410
    860. Emily Dickinson. 857. Uncertain lease — develops lustre... (стихотворение), p. 410-411
    861. Emily Dickinson. 858. This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life... (стихотворение), p. 411
    862. Emily Dickinson. 859. A doubt if it be Us... (стихотворение), p. 411-412
    863. Emily Dickinson. 860. Absence disembodies — so does Death... (стихотворение), p. 412
    864. Emily Dickinson. 861. Split the Lark — and you'll find the Music —... (стихотворение), p. 412
    865. Emily Dickinson. 862. Light is sufficient to itself —... (стихотворение), p. 412
    866. Emily Dickinson. 863. That Distance was between Us... (стихотворение), p. 413
    867. Emily Dickinson. 864. The Robin for the Crumb... (стихотворение), p. 413
    868. Emily Dickinson. 865. He outstripped Time with but a Bout... (стихотворение), p. 413
    869. Emily Dickinson. 866. Fame is the tint that Scholars leave... (стихотворение), p. 413
    870. Emily Dickinson. 867. Escaping backward to perceive... (стихотворение), p. 413-414
    871. Emily Dickinson. 868. They ask but our Delight —... (стихотворение), p. 414
    872. Emily Dickinson. 869. Because the Bee may blameless hum... (стихотворение), p. 414
    873. Emily Dickinson. 870. Finding is the first Act... (стихотворение), p. 414-415
    874. Emily Dickinson. 871. The Sun and Moon must make their haste —... (стихотворение), p. 415
    875. Emily Dickinson. 872. As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies... (стихотворение), p. 415-416
    876. Emily Dickinson. 873. Ribbons of the Year —... (стихотворение), p. 416
    877. Emily Dickinson. 874. They won't frown always — some sweet Day... (стихотворение), p. 416
    878. Emily Dickinson. 875. I stepped from Plank to Plank... (стихотворение), p. 416-417
    879. Emily Dickinson. 876. It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone... (стихотворение), p. 417
    880. Emily Dickinson. 877. Each Scar I'll keep for Him... (стихотворение), p. 417
    881. Emily Dickinson. 878. The Sun is gay or stark... (стихотворение), p. 417-418
    882. Emily Dickinson. 879. Each Second is the last... (стихотворение), p. 418
    883. Emily Dickinson. 880. The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb... (стихотворение), p. 418
    884. Emily Dickinson. 881. I've none to tell me to but Thee... (стихотворение), p. 418-419
    885. Emily Dickinson. 882. A Shade upon the mind there passes... (стихотворение), p. 419
    886. Emily Dickinson. 883. The Poets light but Lamps —... (стихотворение), p. 419
    887. Emily Dickinson. 884. An Everywhere of Silver... (стихотворение), p. 419-420
    888. Emily Dickinson. 885. Our little Kinsmen — after Rain... (стихотворение), p. 420
    889. Emily Dickinson. 886. These tested Our Horizon —... (стихотворение), p. 420
    890. Emily Dickinson. 887. We outgrow love, like other things... (стихотворение), p. 420-421
    891. Emily Dickinson. 888. When I have seen the Sun emerge... (стихотворение), p. 421
    892. Emily Dickinson. 889. Crisis is a Hair... (стихотворение), p. 421
    893. Emily Dickinson. 890. From Us She wandered now a Year... (стихотворение), p. 422
    894. Emily Dickinson. 891. To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred —... (стихотворение), p. 422
    895. Emily Dickinson. 892. Who occupies this House?.. (стихотворение), p. 422-423
    896. Emily Dickinson. 893. Drab Habitation of Whom?.. (стихотворение), p. 423
    897. Emily Dickinson. 894. Of Consciousness, her awful Mate... (стихотворение), p. 423-424
    898. Emily Dickinson. 895. A Cloud withdrew from the Sky... (стихотворение), p. 424
    899. Emily Dickinson. 896. Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe... (стихотворение), p. 424
    900. Emily Dickinson. 897. How fortunate the Grave —... (стихотворение), p. 425
    901. Emily Dickinson. 898. How happy I was if I could forget... (стихотворение), p. 425
    902. Emily Dickinson. 899. Herein a Blossom lies —... (стихотворение), p. 425
    903. Emily Dickinson. 900. What did They do since I saw Them?.. (стихотворение), p. 425-426
    904. Emily Dickinson. 901. Sweet, to have had them lost... (стихотворение), p. 426
    905. Emily Dickinson. 902. The first Day that I was a Life... (стихотворение), p. 426-427
    906. Emily Dickinson. 903. I hide myself within my flower... (стихотворение), p. 427
    907. Emily Dickinson. 904. Had I not This, or This, I said... (стихотворение), p. 427
    908. Emily Dickinson. 905. Between My Country — and the Others —... (стихотворение), p. 427-428
    909. Emily Dickinson. 906. The Admirations — and Contempts — of time —... (стихотворение), p. 428
    910. Emily Dickinson. 907. Till Death — is narrow Loving —... (стихотворение), p. 428-429
    911. Emily Dickinson. 908. ʼTis Sunrise — Little Maid — Hast Thou... (стихотворение), p. 429
    912. Emily Dickinson. 909. I make His Crescent fill or lack —... (стихотворение), p. 429
    913. Emily Dickinson. 910. Experience is the Angled Road... (стихотворение), p. 430
    914. Emily Dickinson. 911. Too little way the House must lie... (стихотворение), p. 430
    915. Emily Dickinson. 912. Peace is a fiction of our Faith —... (стихотворение), p. 430
    916. Emily Dickinson. 913. And this of all my Hopes... (стихотворение), p. 430-431
    917. Emily Dickinson. 914. I cannot be ashamed... (стихотворение), p. 431
    918. Emily Dickinson. 915. Faith — is the Pierless Bridge... (стихотворение), p. 431
    919. Emily Dickinson. 916. His Feet are shod with Gauze —... (стихотворение), p. 432
    920. Emily Dickinson. 917. Love — is anterior to Life —... (стихотворение), p. 432
    921. Emily Dickinson. 918. Only a Shrine, but Mine —... (стихотворение), p. 432
    922. Emily Dickinson. 919. If I can stop one Heart from breaking... (стихотворение), p. 433
    923. Emily Dickinson. 920. We can but follow to the Sun —... (стихотворение), p. 433
    924. Emily Dickinson. 921. If it had no pencil... (стихотворение), p. 433
    925. Emily Dickinson. 922. Those who have been in the Grave the longest —... (стихотворение), p. 433-434
    926. Emily Dickinson. 923. How the Waters closed above Him... (стихотворение), p. 434
    927. Emily Dickinson. 924. Love — is that later Thing than Death —... (стихотворение), p. 434
    928. Emily Dickinson. 925. Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning —... (стихотворение), p. 435
    929. Emily Dickinson. 926. Patience — has a quiet Outer —... (стихотворение), p. 435-436
    930. Emily Dickinson. 927. Absent Place — an April Day —... (стихотворение), p. 436
    931. Emily Dickinson. 928. The Heart has narrow Banks... (стихотворение), p. 436
    932. Emily Dickinson. 929. How far is it to Heaven?.. (стихотворение), p. 436-437
    933. Emily Dickinson. 930. There is a June when Corn is cut... (стихотворение), p. 437
    934. Emily Dickinson. 931. Noon — is the Hinge of Day —... (стихотворение), p. 437
    935. Emily Dickinson. 932. My best Acquaintances are those... (стихотворение), p. 437-438
    936. Emily Dickinson. 933. Two Travellers perishing in Snow... (стихотворение), p. 438
    937. Emily Dickinson. 934. That is solemn we have ended... (стихотворение), p. 438-439
    938. Emily Dickinson. 935. Death leaves Us homesick, who behind... (стихотворение), p. 439
    939. Emily Dickinson. 936. This Dust, and its Feature —... (стихотворение), p. 439
    940. Emily Dickinson. 937. I felt a Cleaving in my Mind —... (стихотворение), p. 439-440
    941. Emily Dickinson. 938. Fairer through Fading — as the Day... (стихотворение), p. 440
    942. Emily Dickinson. 939. What I see not, I better see —... (стихотворение), p. 440
    943. Emily Dickinson. 940. On that dear Frame the Years had worn... (стихотворение), p. 440-441
    944. Emily Dickinson. 941. The Lady feeds Her little Bird... (стихотворение), p. 441
    945. Emily Dickinson. 942. Snow beneath whose chilly softness... (стихотворение), p. 441
    946. Emily Dickinson. 943. A Coffin — is a small Domain... (стихотворение), p. 441-442
    947. Emily Dickinson. 944. I learned — at least — what Home could be —... (стихотворение), p. 442-443
    948. Emily Dickinson. 945. This is a Blossom of the Brain —... (стихотворение), p. 443
    949. Emily Dickinson. 946. It is an honorable Thought... (стихотворение), p. 443-444
    950. Emily Dickinson. 947. Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?.. (стихотворение), p. 444
    951. Emily Dickinson. 948. ʼTwas Crisis — All the length had passed —... (стихотворение), p. 444
    952. Emily Dickinson. 949. Under the Light, yet under... (стихотворение), p. 445
    953. Emily Dickinson. 950. The Sunset stopped on Cottages... (стихотворение), p. 445
    954. Emily Dickinson. 951. As Frost is best conceived... (стихотворение), p. 445-446
    955. Emily Dickinson. 952. A Man may make a Remark —... (стихотворение), p. 446
    956. Emily Dickinson. 953. A Door just opened on a street —... (стихотворение), p. 446
    957. Emily Dickinson. 954. The Chemical conviction... (стихотворение), p. 446-447
    958. Emily Dickinson. 955. The Hollows round His eager Eyes... (стихотворение), p. 447
    959. Emily Dickinson. 956. What shall I do when the Summer troubles —... (стихотворение), p. 447-448
    960. Emily Dickinson. 957. As One does Sickness over... (стихотворение), p. 448
    961. Emily Dickinson. 958. We met as Sparks — Diverging Flints... (стихотворение), p. 448
    962. Emily Dickinson. 959. A loss of something ever felt I —... (стихотворение), p. 448-449
    963. Emily Dickinson. 960. As plan for Noon and plan for Night... (стихотворение), p. 449
    964. Emily Dickinson. 961. Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee... (стихотворение), p. 449-450
    965. Emily Dickinson. 962. Midsummer, was it, when They died —... (стихотворение), p. 450
    966. Emily Dickinson. 963. A nearness to Tremendousness —... (стихотворение), p. 450
    967. Emily Dickinson. 964. “Unto Me?” I do not know you —... (стихотворение), p. 451
    968. Emily Dickinson. 965. Denial — is the only fact... (стихотворение), p. 451
    969. Emily Dickinson. 966. All forgot for recollecting... (стихотворение), p. 451-452
    970. Emily Dickinson. 967. Pain — expands the Time —... (стихотворение), p. 452
    971. Emily Dickinson. 968. Fitter to see Him, I may be... (стихотворение), p. 452-453
    972. Emily Dickinson. 969. He who in Himself believes —... (стихотворение), p. 453
    973. Emily Dickinson. 970. Color — Caste — Denomination —... (стихотворение), p. 453-454
    974. Emily Dickinson. 971. Robbed by Death — but that was easy —... (стихотворение), p. 454
    975. Emily Dickinson. 972. Unfulfilled to Observation —... (стихотворение), p. 455
    976. Emily Dickinson. 973. ʼTwas awkward, but it fitted me —... (стихотворение), p. 455
    977. Emily Dickinson. 974. The Soul's distinct connection... (стихотворение), p. 455-456
    978. Emily Dickinson. 975. The Mountain sat upon the Plain... (стихотворение), p. 456
    979. Emily Dickinson. 976. Death is a Dialogue between... (стихотворение), p. 456
    980. Emily Dickinson. 977. Besides this May... (стихотворение), p. 456-457
    981. Emily Dickinson. 978. It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon —... (стихотворение), p. 457
    982. Emily Dickinson. 979. This Merit hath the worst —... (стихотворение), p. 457-458
    983. Emily Dickinson. 980. Purple — is fashionable twice —... (стихотворение), p. 458
    984. Emily Dickinson. 981. As Sleigh Bells seem in summer... (стихотворение), p. 458
    985. Emily Dickinson. 982. No Other can reduce... (стихотворение), p. 458
    986. Emily Dickinson. 983. Ideals are the Fairly Oil... (стихотворение), p. 458-459
    987. Emily Dickinson. 984. ʼTis Anguish grander than Delight... (стихотворение), p. 459
    988. Emily Dickinson. 985. The Missing All — prevented Me... (стихотворение), p. 459
    989. Emily Dickinson. 986. A narrow Fellow in the Grass... (стихотворение), p. 459-460
    990. Emily Dickinson. 987. The Leaves like Women interchange... (стихотворение), p. 460
    991. Emily Dickinson. 988. The Definition of Beauty is... (стихотворение), p. 460
    992. Emily Dickinson. 989. Gratitude — is not the mention... (стихотворение), p. 461
    993. Emily Dickinson. 990. Not all die early, dying young —... (стихотворение), p. 461
    994. Emily Dickinson. 991. She sped as Petals of a Rose... (стихотворение), p. 461
    995. Emily Dickinson. 992. The Dust behind I strove to join... (стихотворение), p. 462
    996. Emily Dickinson. 993. We miss Her, not because We see —... (стихотворение), p. 462
    997. Emily Dickinson. 994. Partake as doth the Bee... (стихотворение), p. 462
    998. Emily Dickinson. 995. This was in the White of the Year—... (стихотворение), p. 462-463
    999. Emily Dickinson. 996. We'll pass without the parting... (стихотворение), p. 463
    1000. Emily Dickinson. 997. Crumbling is not an instant's Act... (стихотворение), p. 463
    1001. Emily Dickinson. 998. Best Things dwell out of Sight... (стихотворение), p. 463-464
    1002. Emily Dickinson. 999. Superfluous were the Sun... (стихотворение), p. 464
    1003. Emily Dickinson. 1000. The Fingers of the Light... (стихотворение), p. 464-465
    1004. Emily Dickinson. 1001. The Stimulus, beyond the Grave... (стихотворение), p. 465
    1005. Emily Dickinson. 1002. Aurora is the effort... (стихотворение), p. 465
    1006. Emily Dickinson. 1003. Dying at my music!.. (стихотворение), p. 465
    1007. Emily Dickinson. 1004. There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent... (стихотворение), p. 465-466
    1008. Emily Dickinson. 1005. Bind me — I still can sing —... (стихотворение), p. 466
    1009. Emily Dickinson. 1006. The first We knew of Him was Death —... (стихотворение), p. 466
    1010. Emily Dickinson. 1007. Falsehood of Thee could I suppose... (стихотворение), p. 466
    1011. Emily Dickinson. 1008. How still the Bells in Steeples stand... (стихотворение), p. 466
    1012. Emily Dickinson. 1009. I was a Phoebe — nothing more —... (стихотворение), p. 467
    1013. Emily Dickinson. 1010. Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle... (стихотворение), p. 467
    1014. Emily Dickinson. 1011. She rose as high as His Occasion... (стихотворение), p. 467
    1015. Emily Dickinson. 1012. Which is best? Heaven —... (стихотворение), p. 467-468
    1016. Emily Dickinson. 1013. Too scanty 'twas to die for you... (стихотворение), p. 468
    1017. Emily Dickinson. 1014. Did We abolish Frost... (стихотворение), p. 468
    1018. Emily Dickinson. 1015. Were it but Me that gained the Height —... (стихотворение), p. 468
    1019. Emily Dickinson. 1016. The Hills in Purple syllables... (стихотворение), p. 468-469
    1020. Emily Dickinson. 1017. To die — without the Dying... (стихотворение), p. 469
    1021. Emily Dickinson. 1018. Who saw no Sunrise cannot say... (стихотворение), p. 469
    1022. Emily Dickinson. 1019. My Season's furthest Flower —... (стихотворение), p. 469
    1023. Emily Dickinson. 1020. Trudging to Eden, looking backward... (стихотворение), p. 469-470
    1024. Emily Dickinson. 1021. Far from Love the Heavenly Father... (стихотворение), p. 470
    1025. Emily Dickinson. 1022. I knew that I had gained... (стихотворение), p. 470
    1026. Emily Dickinson. 1023. It rises — passes — on our South... (стихотворение), p. 470
    1027. Emily Dickinson. 1024. So large my Will... (стихотворение), p. 471
    1028. Emily Dickinson. 1025. The Products of my Farm are these... (стихотворение), p. 471
    1029. Emily Dickinson. 1026. The Dying need but little, Dear... (стихотворение), p. 471-472
    1030. Emily Dickinson. 1027. My Heart upon a little Plate... (стихотворение), p. 472
    1031. Emily Dickinson. 1028. ʼTwas my one Glory —... (стихотворение), p. 472
    1032. Emily Dickinson. 1029. Nor Mountain hinder Me... (стихотворение), p. 472
    1033. Emily Dickinson. 1030. That Such have died enable Us... (стихотворение), p. 472
    1034. Emily Dickinson. 1031. Fate slew Him, but He did not drop —... (стихотворение), p. 473
    1035. Emily Dickinson. 1032. Who is the East?.. (стихотворение), p. 473
    1036. Emily Dickinson. 1033. Said Death to Passion... (стихотворение), p. 473
    1037. Emily Dickinson. 1034. His Bill an Auger is... (стихотворение), p. 474
    1038. Emily Dickinson. 1035. Bee! I'm expecting you!.. (стихотворение), p. 474
    1039. Emily Dickinson. 1036. Satisfaction — is the Agent... (стихотворение), p. 474
    1040. Emily Dickinson. 1037. Here, where the Daisies fit my Head... (стихотворение), p. 475
    1041. Emily Dickinson. 1038. Her little Parasol to lift... (стихотворение), p. 475
    1042. Emily Dickinson. 1039. I heard, as if I had no Ear... (стихотворение), p. 475-476
    1043. Emily Dickinson. 1040. Not so the infinite Relations — Below... (стихотворение), p. 476
    1044. Emily Dickinson. 1041. Somewhat, to hope for... (стихотворение), p. 476
    1045. Emily Dickinson. 1042. Spring comes on the World —... (стихотворение), p. 476
    1046. Emily Dickinson. 1043. Lest this be Heaven indeed... (стихотворение), p. 477
    1047. Emily Dickinson. 1044. A Sickness of this World it most occasions... (стихотворение), p. 477
    1048. Emily Dickinson. 1045. Nature rarer uses Yellow... (стихотворение), p. 477
    1049. Emily Dickinson. 1046. I've dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb —... (стихотворение), p. 477-478
    1050. Emily Dickinson. 1047. The Opening and the Close... (стихотворение), p. 478
    1051. Emily Dickinson. 1048. Reportless Subjects, to the Quick... (стихотворение), p. 478-479
    1052. Emily Dickinson. 1049. Pain has but one Acquaintance... (стихотворение), p. 479
    1053. Emily Dickinson. 1050. As willing lid o'er weary eye... (стихотворение), p. 479
    1054. Emily Dickinson. 1051. I cannot meet the Spring unmoved —... (стихотворение), p. 479
    1055. Emily Dickinson. 1052. I never saw a Moor —... (стихотворение), p. 480
    1056. Emily Dickinson. 1053. It was a quiet way —... (стихотворение), p. 480
    1057. Emily Dickinson. 1054. Not to discover weakness is... (стихотворение), p. 481
    1058. Emily Dickinson. 1055. The Soul should always stand ajar... (стихотворение), p. 481
    1059. Emily Dickinson. 1056. There is a Zone whose even Years... (стихотворение), p. 481
    1060. Emily Dickinson. 1057. I had a daily Bliss... (стихотворение), p. 482
    1061. Emily Dickinson. 1058. Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower... (стихотворение), p. 482
    1062. Emily Dickinson. 1059. Sang from the Heart, Sire... (стихотворение), p. 482-483
    1063. Emily Dickinson. 1060. Air has no Residence, no Neighbor... (стихотворение), p. 483
    1064. Emily Dickinson. 1061. Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her —... (стихотворение), p. 483-484
    1065. Emily Dickinson. 1062. He scanned it — staggered —... (стихотворение), p. 484
    1066. Emily Dickinson. 1063. Ashes denote that Fire was —... (стихотворение), p. 484
    1067. Emily Dickinson. 1064. To help our Bleaker Parts... (стихотворение), p. 484
    1068. Emily Dickinson. 1065. Let down the Bars, Oh Death... (стихотворение), p. 485
    1069. Emily Dickinson. 1066. Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die... (стихотворение), p. 485
    1070. Emily Dickinson. 1067. Except the smaller size... (стихотворение), p. 485
    1071. Emily Dickinson. 1068. Further in Summer than the Birds... (стихотворение), p. 485-486
    1072. Emily Dickinson. 1069. Paradise is of the option... (стихотворение), p. 486
    1073. Emily Dickinson. 1070. To undertake is to achieve... (стихотворение), p. 486
    1074. Emily Dickinson. 1071. Perception of an object costs... (стихотворение), p. 486-487
    1075. Emily Dickinson. 1072. Title divine — is mine!.. (стихотворение), p. 487
    1076. Emily Dickinson. 1073. Experiment to me... (стихотворение), p. 487
    1077. Emily Dickinson. 1074. Count not that far that can be had... (стихотворение), p. 488
    1078. Emily Dickinson. 1075. The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean... (стихотворение), p. 488
    1079. Emily Dickinson. 1076. Just Once! Oh least Request!.. (стихотворение), p. 488
    1080. Emily Dickinson. 1077. These are the Signs to Nature's Inns —... (стихотворение), p. 488-489
    1081. Emily Dickinson. 1078. The Bustle in a House... (стихотворение), p. 489
    1082. Emily Dickinson. 1079. The Sun went down — no Man looked on —... (стихотворение), p. 489
    1083. Emily Dickinson. 1080. When they come back — if Blossoms do —... (стихотворение), p. 489-490
    1084. Emily Dickinson. 1081. Superiority to Fate... (стихотворение), p. 490
    1085. Emily Dickinson. 1082. Revolution is the Pod... (стихотворение), p. 490-491
    1086. Emily Dickinson. 1083. We learn it in Retreating... (стихотворение), p. 491
    1087. Emily Dickinson. 1084. At Half past Three, a single Bird... (стихотворение), p. 491
    1088. Emily Dickinson. 1085. If Nature smiles — the Mother must... (стихотворение), p. 492
    1089. Emily Dickinson. 1086. What Twigs We held by —... (стихотворение), p. 492
    1090. Emily Dickinson. 1087. We miss a Kinsman more... (стихотворение), p. 492-493
    1091. Emily Dickinson. 1088. Ended, ere it begun —... (стихотворение), p. 493
    1092. Emily Dickinson. 1089. Myself can read the Telegrams... (стихотворение), p. 493
    1093. Emily Dickinson. 1090. I am afraid to own a Body —... (стихотворение), p. 493-494
    1094. Emily Dickinson. 1091. The Well upon the Brook... (стихотворение), p. 494
    1095. Emily Dickinson. 1092. It was not Saint — it was too large —... (стихотворение), p. 494
    1096. Emily Dickinson. 1093. Because 'twas Riches I could own... (стихотворение), p. 494
    1097. Emily Dickinson. 1094. Themself are all I have —... (стихотворение), p. 494-495
    1098. Emily Dickinson. 1095. To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights... (стихотворение), p. 495
    1099. Emily Dickinson. 1096. These Strangers, in a foreign World... (стихотворение), p. 495
    1100. Emily Dickinson. 1097. Dew — is the Freshet in the Grass —... (стихотворение), p. 495
    1101. Emily Dickinson. 1098. Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door... (стихотворение), p. 495-496
    1102. Emily Dickinson. 1099. My Cocoon tightens — Colors tease —... (стихотворение), p. 496
    1103. Emily Dickinson. 1100. The last Night that She lived... (стихотворение), p. 496-497
    1104. Emily Dickinson. 1101. Between the form of Life and Life... (стихотворение), p. 497
    1105. Emily Dickinson. 1102. His Bill is clasped — his Eye forsook —... (стихотворение), p. 497-498
    1106. Emily Dickinson. 1103. The spry Arms of the Wind... (стихотворение), p. 498
    1107. Emily Dickinson. 1104. The Crickets sang... (стихотворение), p. 498
    1108. Emily Dickinson. 1105. Like Men and Women Shadows walk... (стихотворение), p. 499
    1109. Emily Dickinson. 1106. We do not know the time we lose —... (стихотворение), p. 499
    1110. Emily Dickinson. 1107. The Bird did prance — the Bee did play —... (стихотворение), p. 499
    1111. Emily Dickinson. 1108. A Diamond on the Hand... (стихотворение), p. 500
    1112. Emily Dickinson. 1109. I fit for them —... (стихотворение), p. 500
    1113. Emily Dickinson. 1110. None who saw it ever told it... (стихотворение), p. 500
    1114. Emily Dickinson. 1111. Some Wretched creature, savior take... (стихотворение), p. 500-501
    1115. Emily Dickinson. 1112. That this should feel the need of Death... (стихотворение), p. 501
    1116. Emily Dickinson. 1113. There is a strength in proving that it can be borne... (стихотворение), p. 501
    1117. Emily Dickinson. 1114. The largest Fire ever known... (стихотворение), p. 501
    1118. Emily Dickinson. 1115. The murmuring of Bees, has ceased... (стихотворение), p. 502
    1119. Emily Dickinson. 1116. There is another Loneliness... (стихотворение), p. 502
    1120. Emily Dickinson. 1117. A Mine there is no Man would own... (стихотворение), p. 502-503
    1121. Emily Dickinson. 1118. Exhilaration is the Breeze... (стихотворение), p. 503
    1122. Emily Dickinson. 1119. Paradise is that old mansion... (стихотворение), p. 503
    1123. Emily Dickinson. 1120. This slow Day moved along —... (стихотворение), p. 503-504
    1124. Emily Dickinson. 1121. Time does go on —... (стихотворение), p. 504
    1125. Emily Dickinson. 1122. ʼTis my first night beneath the Sun... (стихотворение), p. 504
    1126. Emily Dickinson. 1123. A great Hope fell... (стихотворение), p. 504-505
    1127. Emily Dickinson. 1124. Had we known the Ton she bore... (стихотворение), p. 505
    1128. Emily Dickinson. 1125. Oh Sumptuous moment... (стихотворение), p. 505
    1129. Emily Dickinson. 1126. Shall I take thee, the Poet said... (стихотворение), p. 505-506
    1130. Emily Dickinson. 1127. Soft as the massacre of Suns... (стихотворение), p. 506
    1131. Emily Dickinson. 1128. These are the Nights that Beetles love —... (стихотворение), p. 506
    1132. Emily Dickinson. 1129. Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —... (стихотворение), p. 506-507
    1133. Emily Dickinson. 1130. That odd old man is dead a year —... (стихотворение), p. 507
    1134. Emily Dickinson. 1131. The Merchant of the Picturesque... (стихотворение), p. 507
    1135. Emily Dickinson. 1132. The smouldering embers blush —... (стихотворение), p. 508
    1136. Emily Dickinson. 1133. The Snow that never drifts —... (стихотворение), p. 508
    1137. Emily Dickinson. 1134. The Wind took up the Northern Things... (стихотворение), p. 508-509
    1138. Emily Dickinson. 1135. Too cold is this... (стихотворение), p. 509
    1139. Emily Dickinson. 1136. The Frost of Death was on the Pane —... (стихотворение), p. 509-510
    1140. Emily Dickinson. 1137. The duties of the Wind are few... (стихотворение), p. 510
    1141. Emily Dickinson. 1138. A Spider sewed at Night... (стихотворение), p. 511
    1142. Emily Dickinson. 1139. Her sovereign People... (стихотворение), p. 511
    1143. Emily Dickinson. 1140. The Day grew small, surrounded tight... (стихотворение), p. 511
    1144. Emily Dickinson. 1141. The Face we choose to miss —... (стихотворение), p. 511-512
    1145. Emily Dickinson. 1142. The Props assist the House... (стихотворение), p. 512
    1146. Emily Dickinson. 1143. The Work of Her that went... (стихотворение), p. 512
    1147. Emily Dickinson. 1144. Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision... (стихотворение), p. 512
    1148. Emily Dickinson. 1145. In thy long Paradise of Light... (стихотворение), p. 512-513
    1149. Emily Dickinson. 1146. When Etna basks and purrs... (стихотворение), p. 513
    1150. Emily Dickinson. 1147. After a hundred years... (стихотворение), p. 513
    1151. Emily Dickinson. 1148. After the Sun comes out... (стихотворение), p. 513-514
    1152. Emily Dickinson. 1149. I noticed People disappeared... (стихотворение), p. 514
    1153. Emily Dickinson. 1150. How many schemes may die... (стихотворение), p. 514
    1154. Emily Dickinson. 1151. Soul, take thy risk... (стихотворение), p. 514-515
    1155. Emily Dickinson. 1152. Tell as a Marksman — were forgotten... (стихотворение), p. 515
    1156. Emily Dickinson. 1153. Through what transports of Patience... (стихотворение), p. 515-516
    1157. Emily Dickinson. 1154. A full fed Rose on meals of Tint... (стихотворение), p. 516
    1158. Emily Dickinson. 1155. Distance — is not the Realm of Fox... (стихотворение), p. 516
    1159. Emily Dickinson. 1156. Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today... (стихотворение), p. 516
    1160. Emily Dickinson. 1157. Some Days retired from the rest... (стихотворение), p. 516-517
    1161. Emily Dickinson. 1158. Best Witchcraft is Geometry... (стихотворение), p. 517
    1162. Emily Dickinson. 1159. Great Streets of silence led away... (стихотворение), p. 517
    1163. Emily Dickinson. 1160. He is alive, this morning —... (стихотворение), p. 517
    1164. Emily Dickinson. 1161. Trust adjust her “Peradventure”... (стихотворение), p. 518
    1165. Emily Dickinson. 1162. The Life we have is very great... (стихотворение), p. 518
    1166. Emily Dickinson. 1163. God made no act without a cause... (стихотворение), p. 518
    1167. Emily Dickinson. 1164. Were it to be the last... (стихотворение), p. 518
    1168. Emily Dickinson. 1165. Contained in this short Life... (стихотворение), p. 518-519
    1169. Emily Dickinson. 1166. Of Paul and Silas it is said... (стихотворение), p. 519
    1170. Emily Dickinson. 1167. Alone and in a Circumstance... (стихотворение), p. 519-520
    1171. Emily Dickinson. 1168. As old as Woe —... (стихотворение), p. 520
    1172. Emily Dickinson. 1169. Lest they should come — is all my fear... (стихотворение), p. 520
    1173. Emily Dickinson. 1170. Nature affects to be sedate... (стихотворение), p. 520-521
    1174. Emily Dickinson. 1171. On the World you colored... (стихотворение), p. 521
    1175. Emily Dickinson. 1172. The Clouds their Backs together laid... (стихотворение), p. 521
    1176. Emily Dickinson. 1173. The Lightning is a yellow Fork... (стихотворение), p. 521-522
    1177. Emily Dickinson. 1174. There's the Battle of Burgoyne —... (стихотворение), p. 522
    1178. Emily Dickinson. 1175. We like a Hairbreadth 'scape... (стихотворение), p. 522
    1179. Emily Dickinson. 1176. We never know how high we are... (стихотворение), p. 522-523
    1180. Emily Dickinson. 1177. A prompt — executive Bird is the Jay —... (стихотворение), p. 523
    1181. Emily Dickinson. 1178. My God — He sees thee —... (стихотворение), p. 523
    1182. Emily Dickinson. 1179. Of so divine a Loss... (стихотворение), p. 523
    1183. Emily Dickinson. 1180. “Remember me” implored the Thief!.. (стихотворение), p. 524
    1184. Emily Dickinson. 1181. When I hoped I feared —... (стихотворение), p. 524
    1185. Emily Dickinson. 1182. Remembrance has a Rear and Front —... (стихотворение), p. 524-525
    1186. Emily Dickinson. 1183. Step lightly on this narrow spot —... (стихотворение), p. 525
    1187. Emily Dickinson. 1184. The Days that we can spare... (стихотворение), p. 525
    1188. Emily Dickinson. 1185. A little Dog that wags his tail... (стихотворение), p. 525-526
    1189. Emily Dickinson. 1186. Too few the mornings be... (стихотворение), p. 526
    1190. Emily Dickinson. 1187. Oh Shadow on the Grass... (стихотворение), p. 526
    1191. Emily Dickinson. 1188. ʼTwas fighting for his Life he was —... (стихотворение), p. 526-527
    1192. Emily Dickinson. 1189. The Voice that stands for Floods to me... (стихотворение), p. 527
    1193. Emily Dickinson. 1190. The Sun and Fog contested... (стихотворение), p. 527
    1194. Emily Dickinson. 1191. The pungent atom in the Air... (стихотворение), p. 527
    1195. Emily Dickinson. 1192. An honest Tear... (стихотворение), p. 528
    1196. Emily Dickinson. 1193. All men for Honor hardest work... (стихотворение), p. 528
    1197. Emily Dickinson. 1194. Somehow myself survived the Night... (стихотворение), p. 528
    1198. Emily Dickinson. 1195. What we see we know somewhat... (стихотворение), p. 528-529
    1199. Emily Dickinson. 1196. To make Routine a Stimulus... (стихотворение), p. 529
    1200. Emily Dickinson. 1197. I should not dare to be so sad... (стихотворение), p. 529
    1201. Emily Dickinson. 1198. A soft Sea washed around the House... (стихотворение), p. 529-530
    1202. Emily Dickinson. 1199. Are Friends Delight or Pain?.. (стихотворение), p. 530
    1203. Emily Dickinson. 1200. Because my Brook is fluent... (стихотворение), p. 530
    1204. Emily Dickinson. 1201. So I pull my Stockings off... (стихотворение), p. 530
    1205. Emily Dickinson. 1202. The Frost was never seen —... (стихотворение), p. 531
    1206. Emily Dickinson. 1203. The Past is such a curious Creature... (стихотворение), p. 531
    1207. Emily Dickinson. 1204. Whatever it is — she has tried it —... (стихотворение), p. 532
    1208. Emily Dickinson. 1205. Immortal is an ample word... (стихотворение), p. 532
    1209. Emily Dickinson. 1206. The Show is not the Show... (стихотворение), p. 532
    1210. Emily Dickinson. 1207. He preached upon “Breadth” till it argued him narrow —... (стихотворение), p. 533
    1211. Emily Dickinson. 1208. Our own possessions — though our own —... (стихотворение), p. 533
    1212. Emily Dickinson. 1209. To disappear enhances —... (стихотворение), p. 533-534
    1213. Emily Dickinson. 1210. The Sea said “Come” to the Brook —... (стихотворение), p. 534
    1214. Emily Dickinson. 1211. A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig... (стихотворение), p. 534
    1215. Emily Dickinson. 1212. A word is dead... (стихотворение), p. 534-535
    1216. Emily Dickinson. 1213 (version of 1872). We like March... (стихотворение), p. 535
    1217. Emily Dickinson. 1213 (version of 1878). We like March — his shoes are Purple... (стихотворение), p. 535
    1218. Emily Dickinson. 1214. We introduce ourselves... (стихотворение), p. 535-536
    1219. Emily Dickinson. 1215. I bet with every Wind that blew... (стихотворение), p. 536
    1220. Emily Dickinson. 1216. A Deed knocks first at Thought... (стихотворение), p. 536
    1221. Emily Dickinson. 1217. Fortitude incarnate... (стихотворение), p. 536-537
    1222. Emily Dickinson. 1218. Let my first Knowing be of thee... (стихотворение), p. 537
    1223. Emily Dickinson. 1219. Now I knew I lost her —... (стихотворение), p. 537
    1224. Emily Dickinson. 1220. Of Nature I shall have enough... (стихотворение), p. 538
    1225. Emily Dickinson. 1221. Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder... (стихотворение), p. 538
    1226. Emily Dickinson. 1222. The Riddle we can guess... (стихотворение), p. 538
    1227. Emily Dickinson. 1223. Who goes to dine must take his Feast... (стихотворение), p. 538-539
    1228. Emily Dickinson. 1224. Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush... (стихотворение), p. 539
    1229. Emily Dickinson. 1225. Its Hour with itself... (стихотворение), p. 539
    1230. Emily Dickinson. 1226. The Popular Heart is a Cannon first —... (стихотворение), p. 539-540
    1231. Emily Dickinson. 1227. My Triumph lasted till the Drums... (стихотворение), p. 540
    1232. Emily Dickinson. 1228. So much of Heaven has gone from Earth... (стихотворение), p. 540-541
    1233. Emily Dickinson. 1229. Because He loves Her... (стихотворение), p. 541
    1234. Emily Dickinson. 1230. It came at last but prompter Death... (стихотворение), p. 541
    1235. Emily Dickinson. 1231. Somewhere upon the general Earth —... (стихотворение), p. 541-542
    1236. Emily Dickinson. 1232. The Clover's simple Fame... (стихотворение), p. 542
    1237. Emily Dickinson. 1233. Had I not seen the Sun... (стихотворение), p. 542
    1238. Emily Dickinson. 1234. If my Bark sink... (стихотворение), p. 542
    1239. Emily Dickinson. 1235. Like Rain it sounded till it curved... (стихотворение), p. 543
    1240. Emily Dickinson. 1236. Like Time's insidious wrinkle... (стихотворение), p. 543
    1241. Emily Dickinson. 1237. My Heart ran so to thee... (стихотворение), p. 543-544
    1242. Emily Dickinson. 1238. Power is a familiar growth —... (стихотворение), p. 544
    1243. Emily Dickinson. 1239. Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun... (стихотворение), p. 544-545
    1244. Emily Dickinson. 1240. The Beggar at the Door for Fame... (стихотворение), p. 545
    1245. Emily Dickinson. 1241. The Lilac is an ancient shrub... (стихотворение), p. 545
    1246. Emily Dickinson. 1242. To flee from memory... (стихотворение), p. 546
    1247. Emily Dickinson. 1243. Safe Despair it is that raves —... (стихотворение), p. 546
    1248. Emily Dickinson. 1244. The Butterfly's Assumption Gown... (стихотворение), p. 546
    1249. Emily Dickinson. 1245. The Suburbs of a Secret... (стихотворение), p. 546-547
    1250. Emily Dickinson. 1246. The Butterfly in honored Dust... (стихотворение), p. 547
    1251. Emily Dickinson. 1247. To pile like Thunder to its close... (стихотворение), p. 547
    1252. Emily Dickinson. 1248. The incidents of love... (стихотворение), p. 547
    1253. Emily Dickinson. 1249. The Stars are old, that stood for me —... (стихотворение), p. 547-548
    1254. Emily Dickinson. 1250. White as an Indian Pipe... (стихотворение), p. 548
    1255. Emily Dickinson. 1251. Silence is all we dread... (стихотворение), p. 548
    1256. Emily Dickinson. 1252. Like Brooms of Steel... (стихотворение), p. 548
    1257. Emily Dickinson. 1253. Had this one Day not been... (стихотворение), p. 549
    1258. Emily Dickinson. 1254. Elijah's Wagon knew no thill... (стихотворение), p. 549
    1259. Emily Dickinson. 1255. Longing is like the Seed... (стихотворение), p. 549
    1260. Emily Dickinson. 1256. Not any higher stands the Grave... (стихотворение), p. 550
    1261. Emily Dickinson. 1257. Dominion lasts until obtained —... (стихотворение), p. 550
    1262. Emily Dickinson. 1258. Who were “the Father and the Son”... (стихотворение), p. 550-551
    1263. Emily Dickinson. 1259. A Wind that rose... (стихотворение), p. 551
    1264. Emily Dickinson. 1260. Because that you are going... (стихотворение), p. 551-552
    1265. Emily Dickinson. 1261. A Word dropped careless on a Page... (стихотворение), p. 553
    1266. Emily Dickinson. 1262. I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there... (стихотворение), p. 553
    1267. Emily Dickinson. 1263. There is no Frigate like a Book... (стихотворение), p. 553
    1268. Emily Dickinson. 1264. This is the place they hoped before... (стихотворение), p. 554
    1269. Emily Dickinson. 1265. The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met... (стихотворение), p. 554
    1270. Emily Dickinson. 1266. When Memory is full... (стихотворение), p. 554
    1271. Emily Dickinson. 1267. I saw that the Flake was on it... (стихотворение), p. 554-555
    1272. Emily Dickinson. 1268. Confirming All who analyze... (стихотворение), p. 555
    1273. Emily Dickinson. 1269. I worked for chaff and earning Wheat... (стихотворение), p. 555
    1274. Emily Dickinson. 1270. Is Heaven a Physician?.. (стихотворение), p. 555
    1275. Emily Dickinson. 1271. September's Baccalaureate... (стихотворение), p. 556
    1276. Emily Dickinson. 1272. So proud she was to die... (стихотворение), p. 556
    1277. Emily Dickinson. 1273. That sacred Closet when you sweep —... (стихотворение), p. 556
    1278. Emily Dickinson. 1274. The Bone that has no Marrow... (стихотворение), p. 557
    1279. Emily Dickinson. 1275. The Spider as an Artist... (стихотворение), p. 557
    1280. Emily Dickinson. 1276. ʼTwas later when the summer went... (стихотворение), p. 557
    1281. Emily Dickinson. 1277. While we were fearing it, it came —... (стихотворение), p. 558
    1282. Emily Dickinson. 1278. The Mountains stood in Haze —... (стихотворение), p. 558
    1283. Emily Dickinson. 1279. The Way to know the Bobolink... (стихотворение), p. 558-559
    1284. Emily Dickinson. 1280. The harm of Years is on him —... (стихотворение), p. 559
    1285. Emily Dickinson. 1281. A stagnant pleasure like a Pool... (стихотворение), p. 560
    1286. Emily Dickinson. 1282 (rough draft I). Art thou the thing I wanted?.. (стихотворение), p. 560
    1287. Emily Dickinson. 1282 (rough draft II). Art thou the thing I wanted?.. (стихотворение), p. 560
    1288. Emily Dickinson. 1283. Could Hope inspect her Basis... (стихотворение), p. 560-561
    1289. Emily Dickinson. 1284. Had we our senses... (стихотворение), p. 561
    1290. Emily Dickinson. 1285. I know Suspense — it steps so terse... (стихотворение), p. 561
    1291. Emily Dickinson. 1286. I thought that nature was enough... (стихотворение), p. 561-562
    1292. Emily Dickinson. 1287. In this short Life... (стихотворение), p. 562
    1293. Emily Dickinson. 1288. Lain in Nature — so suffice us... (стихотворение), p. 562
    1294. Emily Dickinson. 1289. Left in immortal Youth... (стихотворение), p. 562-563
    1295. Emily Dickinson. 1290. The most pathetic thing I do... (стихотворение), p. 563
    1296. Emily Dickinson. 1291. Until the Desert knows... (стихотворение), p. 563
    1297. Emily Dickinson. 1292. Yesterday is History... (стихотворение), p. 563-564
    1298. Emily Dickinson. 1293. The things we thought that we should do... (стихотворение), p. 564
    1299. Emily Dickinson. 1294. Of Life to own —... (стихотворение), p. 564
    1300. Emily Dickinson. 1295. Two Lengths has every Day —... (стихотворение), p. 564-565
    1301. Emily Dickinson. 1296. Death's Waylaying not the sharpest... (стихотворение), p. 565
    1302. Emily Dickinson. 1297. Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself... (стихотворение), p. 565
    1303. Emily Dickinson. 1298. The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants —... (стихотворение), p. 565-566
    1304. Emily Dickinson. 1299. Delight's Despair at setting... (стихотворение), p. 566
    1305. Emily Dickinson. 1300. From his slim Palace in the Dust... (стихотворение), p. 566
    1306. Emily Dickinson. 1301. I cannot want it more —... (стихотворение), p. 567
    1307. Emily Dickinson. 1302. I think that the Root of the Wind is Water —... (стихотворение), p. 567
    1308. Emily Dickinson. 1303. Not One by Heaven defrauded stay —... (стихотворение), p. 567
    1309. Emily Dickinson. 1304. Not with a Club, the Heart is broken... (стихотворение), p. 567-568
    1310. Emily Dickinson. 1305. Recollect the Face of me... (стихотворение), p. 568
    1311. Emily Dickinson. 1306. Surprise is like a thrilling — pungent —... (стихотворение), p. 568
    1312. Emily Dickinson. 1307. That short — potential stir... (стихотворение), p. 568-569
    1313. Emily Dickinson. 1308. The Day she goes... (стихотворение), p. 569
    1314. Emily Dickinson. 1309. The Infinite a sudden Guest... (стихотворение), p. 569
    1315. Emily Dickinson. 1310. The Notice that is called the Spring... (стихотворение), p. 569
    1316. Emily Dickinson. 1311. This dirty — little — Heart... (стихотворение), p. 570
    1317. Emily Dickinson. 1312. To break so vast a Heart... (стихотворение), p. 570
    1318. Emily Dickinson. 1313. Warm in her Hand these accents lie... (стихотворение), p. 570
    1319. Emily Dickinson. 1314. When a Lover is a Beggar... (стихотворение), p. 570
    1320. Emily Dickinson. 1315. Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent?.. (стихотворение), p. 571
    1321. Emily Dickinson. 1316. Winter is good — his Hoar Delights... (стихотворение), p. 571
    1322. Emily Dickinson. 1317. Abraham to kill him... (стихотворение), p. 571-572
    1323. Emily Dickinson. 1318. Frigid and sweet Her parting Face —... (стихотворение), p. 572
    1324. Emily Dickinson. 1319. How News must feel when travelling... (стихотворение), p. 572
    1325. Emily Dickinson. 1320. Dear March — Come in —... (стихотворение), p. 572-573
    1326. Emily Dickinson. 1321. Elizabeth told Essex... (стихотворение), p. 573
    1327. Emily Dickinson. 1322. Floss won't save you from an Abyss... (стихотворение), p. 574
    1328. Emily Dickinson. 1323. I never hear that one is dead... (стихотворение), p. 574
    1329. Emily Dickinson. 1324. I send you a decrepit flower... (стихотворение), p. 574-575
    1330. Emily Dickinson. 1325. Knock with tremor —... (стихотворение), p. 575
    1331. Emily Dickinson. 1326. Our little secrets slink away —... (стихотворение), p. 575
    1332. Emily Dickinson. 1327. The Symptom of the Gale —... (стихотворение), p. 575-576
    1333. Emily Dickinson. 1328. The vastest earthly Day... (стихотворение), p. 576
    1334. Emily Dickinson. 1329. Whether they have forgotten... (стихотворение), p. 576
    1335. Emily Dickinson. 1330. Without a smile — Without a Throe... (стихотворение), p. 576-577
    1336. Emily Dickinson. 1331. Wonder — is not precisely Knowing... (стихотворение), p. 577
    1337. Emily Dickinson. 1332. Pink — small — and punctual —... (стихотворение), p. 577
    1338. Emily Dickinson. 1333. A little Madness in the Spring... (стихотворение), p. 577-578
    1339. Emily Dickinson. 1334. How soft this Prison is... (стихотворение), p. 578
    1340. Emily Dickinson. 1335. Let me not mar that perfect Dream... (стихотворение), p. 578
    1341. Emily Dickinson. 1336. Nature assigns the Sun —... (стихотворение), p. 578
    1342. Emily Dickinson. 1337. Upon a Lilac Sea... (стихотворение), p. 579
    1343. Emily Dickinson. 1338. What tenements of clover... (стихотворение), p. 579
    1344. Emily Dickinson. 1339. A Bee his burnished Carriage... (стихотворение), p. 579
    1345. Emily Dickinson. 1340. A Rat surrendered here... (стихотворение), p. 580
    1346. Emily Dickinson. 1341. Unto the Whole — how add?.. (стихотворение), p. 580
    1347. Emily Dickinson. 1342. “Was not” was all the Statement... (стихотворение), p. 580
    1348. Emily Dickinson. 1343. A single Clover Plank... (стихотворение), p. 581
    1349. Emily Dickinson. 1344. Not any more to be lacked —... (стихотворение), p. 581-582
    1350. Emily Dickinson. 1345. An antiquated Grace... (стихотворение), p. 582
    1351. Emily Dickinson. 1346. As Summer into Autumn slips... (стихотворение), p. 582
    1352. Emily Dickinson. 1347. Escape is such a thankful Word... (стихотворение), p. 582-583
    1353. Emily Dickinson. 1348. Lift it — with the Feathers... (стихотворение), p. 583
    1354. Emily Dickinson. 1349. I'd rather recollect a setting... (стихотворение), p. 583
    1355. Emily Dickinson. 1350. Luck is not chance —... (стихотворение), p. 583-584
    1356. Emily Dickinson. 1351. You cannot take itself... (стихотворение), p. 584
    1357. Emily Dickinson. 1352. To his simplicity... (стихотворение), p. 584
    1358. Emily Dickinson. 1353. The last of Summer is Delight —... (стихотворение), p. 584
    1359. Emily Dickinson. 1354. The Heart is the Capital of the Mind —... (стихотворение), p. 585
    1360. Emily Dickinson. 1355. The Mind lives on the Heart... (стихотворение), p. 585
    1361. Emily Dickinson. 1356. The Rat is the concisest Tenant... (стихотворение), p. 585
    1362. Emily Dickinson. 1357 (version I). “Faithful to the end” Amended... (стихотворение), p. 586
    1363. Emily Dickinson. 1357 (version II). “Faithful to the end” Amended... (стихотворение), p. 586
    1364. Emily Dickinson. 1358 (version I). The Treason of an accent... (стихотворение), p. 586
    1365. Emily Dickinson. 1358 (version II). The Treason of an Accent... (стихотворение), p. 586
    1366. Emily Dickinson. 1359. The long sigh of the Frog... (стихотворение), p. 587
    1367. Emily Dickinson. 1360. I sued the News — yet feared — the News... (стихотворение), p. 587
    1368. Emily Dickinson. 1361. The Flake the Wind exasperate... (стихотворение), p. 587
    1369. Emily Dickinson. 1362. Of their peculiar light... (стихотворение), p. 587
    1370. Emily Dickinson. 1363. Summer laid her simple Hat... (стихотворение), p. 587-588
    1371. Emily Dickinson. 1364. How know it from a Summer's Day?.. (стихотворение), p. 588
    1372. Emily Dickinson. 1365. Take all away —... (стихотворение), p. 588
    1373. Emily Dickinson. 1366A. Brother of Ingots — Ah Peru —... (стихотворение), p. 588
    1374. Emily Dickinson. 1366B. Sister of Ophir —... (стихотворение), p. 588-589
    1375. Emily Dickinson. 1366C. Brother of Ophir... (стихотворение), p. 589
    1376. Emily Dickinson. 1367. “Tomorrow” — whose location... (стихотворение), p. 589
    1377. Emily Dickinson. 1368. Love's stricken “why”... (стихотворение), p. 589
    1378. Emily Dickinson. 1369. Trusty as the stars... (стихотворение), p. 589-590
    1379. Emily Dickinson. 1370. Gathered into the Earth... (стихотворение), p. 590
    1380. Emily Dickinson. 1371. How fits his Umber Coat... (стихотворение), p. 590
    1381. Emily Dickinson. 1372. The Sun is one — and on the Tare... (стихотворение), p. 590
    1382. Emily Dickinson. 1373. The worthlessness of Earthly things... (стихотворение), p. 591
    1383. Emily Dickinson. 1374. A Saucer holds a Cup... (стихотворение), p. 591
    1384. Emily Dickinson. 1375. Death warrants are supposed to be... (стихотворение), p. 591
    1385. Emily Dickinson. 1376. Dreams are the subtle Dower... (стихотворение), p. 592
    1386. Emily Dickinson. 1377. Forbidden Fruit a flavor has... (стихотворение), p. 592
    1387. Emily Dickinson. 1378. His Heart was darker than the starless night... (стихотворение), p. 592
    1388. Emily Dickinson. 1379. His Mansion in the Pool... (стихотворение), p. 592-593
    1389. Emily Dickinson. 1380. How much the present moment means... (стихотворение), p. 593
    1390. Emily Dickinson. 1381. I suppose the time will come... (стихотворение), p. 593
    1391. Emily Dickinson. 1382. In many and reportless places... (стихотворение), p. 593-594
    1392. Emily Dickinson. 1383. Long Years apart — can make no... (стихотворение), p. 594
    1393. Emily Dickinson. 1384. Praise it — 'tis dead —... (стихотворение), p. 594
    1394. Emily Dickinson. 1385. “Secrets” is a daily word... (стихотворение), p. 595
    1395. Emily Dickinson. 1386. Summer — we all have seen —... (стихотворение), p. 595
    1396. Emily Dickinson. 1387. The Butterfly's Numidian Gown... (стихотворение), p. 595-596
    1397. Emily Dickinson. 1388. Those cattle smaller than a Bee... (стихотворение), p. 596
    1398. Emily Dickinson. 1389. Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar... (стихотворение), p. 596
    1399. Emily Dickinson. 1390. These held their Wick above the West —... (стихотворение), p. 596-597
    1400. Emily Dickinson. 1391. They might not need me — yet they might —... (стихотворение), p. 597
    1401. Emily Dickinson. 1392. Hope is a strange invention —... (стихотворение), p. 597
    1402. Emily Dickinson. 1393. Lay this Laurel on the One... (стихотворение), p. 597
    1403. Emily Dickinson. 1394. Whose Pink career may have a close... (стихотворение), p. 597-598
    1404. Emily Dickinson. 1395. After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside —... (стихотворение), p. 598
    1405. Emily Dickinson. 1396. She laid her docile Crescent down... (стихотворение), p. 598
    1406. Emily Dickinson. 1397. It sounded as if the Streets were running... (стихотворение), p. 598-599
    1407. Emily Dickinson. 1398. I have no Life but this —... (стихотворение), p. 599
    1408. Emily Dickinson. 1399. Perhaps they do not go so far... (стихотворение), p. 599
    1409. Emily Dickinson. 1400. What mystery pervades a well!.. (стихотворение), p. 599-600
    1410. Emily Dickinson. 1401. To own a Susan of my own... (стихотворение), p. 600
    1411. Emily Dickinson. 1402. To the stanch Dust... (стихотворение), p. 600
    1412. Emily Dickinson. 1403. My Maker — let me be... (стихотворение), p. 601
    1413. Emily Dickinson. 1404. March is the Month of Expectation... (стихотворение), p. 601
    1414. Emily Dickinson. 1405. Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles... (стихотворение), p. 601
    1415. Emily Dickinson. 1406. No Passenger was known to flee —... (стихотворение), p. 601
    1416. Emily Dickinson. 1407. A Field of Stubble, lying sere... (стихотворение), p. 602
    1417. Emily Dickinson. 1408. The Fact that Earth is Heaven —... (стихотворение), p. 602
    1418. Emily Dickinson. 1409. Could mortal lip divine... (стихотворение), p. 602
    1419. Emily Dickinson. 1410. I shall not murmur if at last... (стихотворение), p. 602-603
    1420. Emily Dickinson. 1411. Of Paradise' existence... (стихотворение), p. 603
    1421. Emily Dickinson. 1412. Shame is the shawl of Pink... (стихотворение), p. 603
    1422. Emily Dickinson. 1413. Sweet Skepticism of the Heart —... (стихотворение), p. 603
    1423. Emily Dickinson. 1414. Unworthy of her Breast... (стихотворение), p. 604
    1424. Emily Dickinson. 1415. A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds... (стихотворение), p. 604
    1425. Emily Dickinson. 1416. Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart... (стихотворение), p. 604
    1426. Emily Dickinson. 1417. How Human Nature dotes... (стихотворение), p. 604-605
    1427. Emily Dickinson. 1418. How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights —... (стихотворение), p. 605
    1428. Emily Dickinson. 1419. It was a quiet seeming Day —... (стихотворение), p. 605-606
    1429. Emily Dickinson. 1420. One Joy of so much anguish... (стихотворение), p. 606
    1430. Emily Dickinson. 1421. Such are the inlets of the mind —... (стихотворение), p. 606
    1431. Emily Dickinson. 1422. Summer has two Beginnings —... (стихотворение), p. 606-607
    1432. Emily Dickinson. 1423. The fairest Home I ever knew... (стихотворение), p. 607
    1433. Emily Dickinson. 1424. The Gentian has a parched Corolla —... (стихотворение), p. 607-608
    1434. Emily Dickinson. 1425. The inundation of the Spring... (стихотворение), p. 608
    1435. Emily Dickinson. 1426. The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves... (стихотворение), p. 608
    1436. Emily Dickinson. 1427. To earn it by disdaining it... (стихотворение), p. 608-609
    1437. Emily Dickinson. 1428. Water makes many Beds... (стихотворение), p. 609
    1438. Emily Dickinson. 1429. We shun because we prize her Face... (стихотворение), p. 609
    1439. Emily Dickinson. 1430. Who never wanted — maddest Joy... (стихотворение), p. 609
    1440. Emily Dickinson. 1431. With Pinions of Disdain... (стихотворение), p. 609-610
    1441. Emily Dickinson. 1432. Spurn the temerity —... (стихотворение), p. 610
    1442. Emily Dickinson. 1433. How brittle are the Piers... (стихотворение), p. 610
    1443. Emily Dickinson. 1434. Go not too near a House of Rose —... (стихотворение), p. 610-611
    1444. Emily Dickinson. 1435. Not that he goes — we love him more... (стихотворение), p. 611
    1445. Emily Dickinson. 1436. Than Heaven more remote... (стихотворение), p. 611
    1446. Emily Dickinson. 1437. A Dew sufficed itself —... (стихотворение), p. 611-612
    1447. Emily Dickinson. 1438. Behold this little Bane —... (стихотворение), p. 612
    1448. Emily Dickinson. 1439. How ruthless are the gentle —... (стихотворение), p. 612
    1449. Emily Dickinson. 1440. The healed Heart shows its shallow scar... (стихотворение), p. 613
    1450. Emily Dickinson. 1441. These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest... (стихотворение), p. 613
    1451. Emily Dickinson. 1442. To mend each tattered Faith... (стихотворение), p. 613
    1452. Emily Dickinson. 1443. A chilly Peace infests the Grass... (стихотворение), p. 613-614
    1453. Emily Dickinson. 1444. A little Snow was here and there... (стихотворение), p. 614
    1454. Emily Dickinson. 1445. Death is the supple Suitor... (стихотворение), p. 614
    1455. Emily Dickinson. 1446. His Mind like Fabrics of the East... (стихотворение), p. 614-615
    1456. Emily Dickinson. 1447. How good his Lava Bed... (стихотворение), p. 615
    1457. Emily Dickinson. 1448. How soft a Caterpillar steps —... (стихотворение), p. 615
    1458. Emily Dickinson. 1449. I thought the Train would never come —... (стихотворение), p. 615-616
    1459. Emily Dickinson. 1450. The Road was lit with Moon and star —... (стихотворение), p. 616
    1460. Emily Dickinson. 1451. Whoever disenchants... (стихотворение), p. 616
    1461. Emily Dickinson. 1452. Your thoughts don't have words every day... (стихотворение), p. 616
    1462. Emily Dickinson. 1453. A Counterfeit — a Plated Person —... (стихотворение), p. 617
    1463. Emily Dickinson. 1454. Those not live yet... (стихотворение), p. 617
    1464. Emily Dickinson. 1455. Opinion is a flitting thing... (стихотворение), p. 617
    1465. Emily Dickinson. 1456. So gay a Flower... (стихотворение), p. 617-618
    1466. Emily Dickinson. 1457. It stole along so stealthy... (стихотворение), p. 618
    1467. Emily Dickinson. 1458. Time's wily Chargers will not wait... (стихотворение), p. 618
    1468. Emily Dickinson. 1459. Belshazzar had a Letter —... (стихотворение), p. 618
    1469. Emily Dickinson. 1460. His Cheek is his Biographer —... (стихотворение), p. 618
    1470. Emily Dickinson. 1461. “Heavenly Father” — take to thee... (стихотворение), p. 619
    1471. Emily Dickinson. 1462. We knew not that we were to live —... (стихотворение), p. 619
    1472. Emily Dickinson. 1463. A Route of Evanescence... (стихотворение), p. 619
    1473. Emily Dickinson. 1464. One thing of it we borrow... (стихотворение), p. 619-620
    1474. Emily Dickinson. 1465. Before you thought of Spring... (стихотворение), p. 620
    1475. Emily Dickinson. 1466. One of the ones that Midas touched... (стихотворение), p. 620-621
    1476. Emily Dickinson. 1467. A little overflowing word... (стихотворение), p. 621
    1477. Emily Dickinson. 1468. A winged spark doth soar about —... (стихотворение), p. 621-622
    1478. Emily Dickinson. 1469. If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought... (стихотворение), p. 622
    1479. Emily Dickinson. 1470. The Sweets of Pillage, can be known... (стихотворение), p. 622
    1480. Emily Dickinson. 1471. Their Barricade against the Sky... (стихотворение), p. 622-623
    1481. Emily Dickinson. 1472. To see the Summer Sky... (стихотворение), p. 623
    1482. Emily Dickinson. 1473. We talked with each other about each other... (стихотворение), p. 623
    1483. Emily Dickinson. 1474. Estranged from Beauty — none can be —... (стихотворение), p. 623
    1484. Emily Dickinson. 1475. Fame is the one that does not stay —... (стихотворение), p. 623-624
    1485. Emily Dickinson. 1476. His voice decrepit was with Joy —... (стихотворение), p. 624
    1486. Emily Dickinson. 1477. How destitute is he... (стихотворение), p. 624
    1487. Emily Dickinson. 1478. Look back on Time, with kindly eyes —... (стихотворение), p. 624
    1488. Emily Dickinson. 1479. The Devil — had he fidelity... (стихотворение), p. 624-625
    1489. Emily Dickinson. 1480. The fascinating chill that music leaves... (стихотворение), p. 625
    1490. Emily Dickinson. 1481. The way Hope builds his House... (стихотворение), p. 625
    1491. Emily Dickinson. 1482. ʼTis whiter than an Indian Pipe —... (стихотворение), p. 625-626
    1492. Emily Dickinson. 1483. The Robin is a Gabriel... (стихотворение), p. 626
    1493. Emily Dickinson. 1484. We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow... (стихотворение), p. 626
    1494. Emily Dickinson. 1485. Love is done when Love's begun... (стихотворение), p. 627
    1495. Emily Dickinson. 1486. Her spirit rose to such a height... (стихотворение), p. 627
    1496. Emily Dickinson. 1487. The Savior must have been... (стихотворение), p. 627
    1497. Emily Dickinson. 1488. Birthday of but a single pang... (стихотворение), p. 627
    1498. Emily Dickinson. 1489. A Dimple in the Tomb... (стихотворение), p. 628
    1499. Emily Dickinson. 1490. The Face in evanescence lain... (стихотворение), p. 628
    1500. Emily Dickinson. 1491. The Road to Paradise is plain... (стихотворение), p. 628
    1501. Emily Dickinson. 1492. “And with what body do they come?” —... (стихотворение), p. 628-629
    1502. Emily Dickinson. 1493. Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell... (стихотворение), p. 629
    1503. Emily Dickinson. 1494. The competitions of the sky... (стихотворение), p. 629
    1504. Emily Dickinson. 1495. The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for... (стихотворение), p. 629
    1505. Emily Dickinson. 1496. All that I do... (стихотворение), p. 629-630
    1506. Emily Dickinson. 1497. Facts by our side are never sudden... (стихотворение), p. 630
    1507. Emily Dickinson. 1498. Glass was the Street — in tinsel Peril... (стихотворение), p. 630
    1508. Emily Dickinson. 1499. How firm Eternity must look... (стихотворение), p. 631
    1509. Emily Dickinson. 1500. It came his turn to beg —... (стихотворение), p. 631
    1510. Emily Dickinson. 1501. Its little Ether Hood... (стихотворение), p. 631
    1511. Emily Dickinson. 1502. I saw the wind within her... (стихотворение), p. 632
    1512. Emily Dickinson. 1503. More than the Grave is closed to me —... (стихотворение), p. 632
    1513. Emily Dickinson. 1504. Of whom so dear... (стихотворение), p. 632
    1514. Emily Dickinson. 1505. She could not live upon the Past... (стихотворение), p. 632
    1515. Emily Dickinson. 1506. Summer is shorter than any one —... (стихотворение), p. 633
    1516. Emily Dickinson. 1507. The Pile of Years is not so high... (стихотворение), p. 633
    1517. Emily Dickinson. 1508. You cannot make Remembrance grow... (стихотворение), p. 633
    1518. Emily Dickinson. 1509. Mine Enemy is growing old —... (стихотворение), p. 634
    1519. Emily Dickinson. 1510. How happy is the little Stone... (стихотворение), p. 634
    1520. Emily Dickinson. 1511. My country need not change her gown... (стихотворение), p. 634
    1521. Emily Dickinson. 1512. All things swept sole away... (стихотворение), p. 635
    1522. Emily Dickinson. 1513. “Go travelling with us!”... (стихотворение), p. 635
    1523. Emily Dickinson. 1514. An Antiquated Tree... (стихотворение), p. 635
    1524. Emily Dickinson. 1515. The Things that never can come back, are several —... (стихотворение), p. 635-636
    1525. Emily Dickinson. 1516. No Autumn's intercepting Chill... (стихотворение), p. 636
    1526. Emily Dickinson. 1517. How much of Source escapes with thee —... (стихотворение), p. 636
    1527. Emily Dickinson. 1518. Not seeing, still we know —... (стихотворение), p. 636
    1528. Emily Dickinson. 1519. The Dandelion's pallid tube... (стихотворение), p. 636-637
    1529. Emily Dickinson. 1520. The stem of a departed Flower... (стихотворение), p. 637
    1530. Emily Dickinson. 1521. The Butterfly upon the Sky... (стихотворение), p. 637
    1531. Emily Dickinson. 1522. His little Hearse like Figure... (стихотворение), p. 637
    1532. Emily Dickinson. 1523. We never know we go when we are going —... (стихотворение), p. 638
    1533. Emily Dickinson. 1524. A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes... (стихотворение), p. 638
    1534. Emily Dickinson. 1525. He lived the Life of Ambush... (стихотворение), p. 638
    1535. Emily Dickinson. 1526. His oriental heresies... (стихотворение), p. 638
    1536. Emily Dickinson. 1527. Oh give it Motion — deck it sweet... (стихотворение), p. 639
    1537. Emily Dickinson. 1528. The Moon upon her fluent Route... (стихотворение), p. 639
    1538. Emily Dickinson. 1529. ʼTis Seasons since the Dimpled War... (стихотворение), p. 639-640
    1539. Emily Dickinson. 1530. A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring... (стихотворение), p. 640
    1540. Emily Dickinson. 1531. Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier... (стихотворение), p. 640
    1541. Emily Dickinson. 1532. From all the Jails the Boys and Girls... (стихотворение), p. 640
    1542. Emily Dickinson. 1533. On that specific Pillow... (стихотворение), p. 641
    1543. Emily Dickinson. 1534. Society for me my misery... (стихотворение), p. 641
    1544. Emily Dickinson. 1535. The Life that tied too tight escapes... (стихотворение), p. 641
    1545. Emily Dickinson. 1536. There comes a warning like a spy... (стихотворение), p. 641
    1546. Emily Dickinson. 1537. Candor — my tepid friend —... (стихотворение), p. 642
    1547. Emily Dickinson. 1538. Follow wise Orion... (стихотворение), p. 642
    1548. Emily Dickinson. 1539. Now I lay thee down to Sleep —... (стихотворение), p. 642
    1549. Emily Dickinson. 1540. As imperceptibly as Grief... (стихотворение), p. 642-643
    1550. Emily Dickinson. 1541. No matter where the Saints abide... (стихотворение), p. 643
    1551. Emily Dickinson. 1542. Come show thy Durham Breast... (стихотворение), p. 643
    1552. Emily Dickinson. 1543. Obtaining but our own Extent... (стихотворение), p. 643
    1553. Emily Dickinson. 1544. Who has not found the Heaven — below... (стихотворение), p. 644
    1554. Emily Dickinson. 1545. The Bible is an antique Volume —... (стихотворение), p. 644
    1555. Emily Dickinson. 1546. Sweet Pirate of the heart... (стихотворение), p. 644
    1556. Emily Dickinson. 1547. Hope is a subtle Glutton —... (стихотворение), p. 645
    1557. Emily Dickinson. 1548. Meeting by Accident... (стихотворение), p. 645
    1558. Emily Dickinson. 1549. My Wars are laid away in Books —... (стихотворение), p. 645
    1559. Emily Dickinson. 1550. The pattern of the sun... (стихотворение), p. 646
    1560. Emily Dickinson. 1551. Those — dying then... (стихотворение), p. 646
    1561. Emily Dickinson. 1552. Within thy Grave!.. (стихотворение), p. 646
    1562. Emily Dickinson. 1553. Bliss is the plaything of the child —... (стихотворение), p. 646
    1563. Emily Dickinson. 1554. “Go tell it” — What a Message —... (стихотворение), p. 647
    1564. Emily Dickinson. 1555. I groped for him before I knew... (стихотворение), p. 647
    1565. Emily Dickinson. 1556. Image of Light, Adieu —... (стихотворение), p. 647
    1566. Emily Dickinson. 1557. Lives he in any other world... (стихотворение), p. 647-648
    1567. Emily Dickinson. 1558. Of Death I try to think like this —... (стихотворение), p. 648
    1568. Emily Dickinson. 1559. Tried always and Condemned by thee... (стихотворение), p. 648
    1569. Emily Dickinson. 1560. To be forgot by thee... (стихотворение), p. 648-649
    1570. Emily Dickinson. 1561. No Brigadier throughout the Year... (стихотворение), p. 649
    1571. Emily Dickinson. 1562. Her Losses make our Gains ashamed —... (стихотворение), p. 650
    1572. Emily Dickinson. 1563. By homely gift and hindered Words... (стихотворение), p. 650
    1573. Emily Dickinson. 1564. Pass to they Rendezvous of Light... (стихотворение), p. 650
    1574. Emily Dickinson. 1565. Some Arrows slay but whom they strike —... (стихотворение), p. 650
    1575. Emily Dickinson. 1566. Climbing to reach the costly Hearts... (стихотворение), p. 651
    1576. Emily Dickinson. 1567. The Heart has many Doors —... (стихотворение), p. 651
    1577. Emily Dickinson. 1568. To see her is a Picture —... (стихотворение), p. 651
    1578. Emily Dickinson. 1569. The Clock strikes one that just struck two —... (стихотворение), p. 651
    1579. Emily Dickinson. 1570. Forever honored by the Tree... (стихотворение), p. 652
    1580. Emily Dickinson. 1571. How slow the Wind —... (стихотворение), p. 652
    1581. Emily Dickinson. 1572. We wear our sober Dresses when we die... (стихотворение), p. 652
    1582. Emily Dickinson. 1573. To the bright east she flies... (стихотворение), p. 652-653
    1583. Emily Dickinson. 1574. No ladder needs the bird but skies... (стихотворение), p. 653
    1584. Emily Dickinson. 1575. The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings —... (стихотворение), p. 653
    1585. Emily Dickinson. 1576. The Spirit lasts — but in what mode —... (стихотворение), p. 654
    1586. Emily Dickinson. 1577. Morning is due to all —... (стихотворение), p. 654
    1587. Emily Dickinson. 1578. Blossoms will run away... (стихотворение), p. 654-655
    1588. Emily Dickinson. 1579. It would not know if it were spurned... (стихотворение), p. 655
    1589. Emily Dickinson. 1580. We shun it ere it comes... (стихотворение), p. 655
    1590. Emily Dickinson. 1581. The farthest Thunder that I heard... (стихотворение), p. 655-656
    1591. Emily Dickinson. 1582. Where Roses would not dare to go... (стихотворение), p. 656
    1592. Emily Dickinson. 1583. Witchcraft was hung, in History... (стихотворение), p. 656
    1593. Emily Dickinson. 1584. Expanse cannot be lost —... (стихотворение), p. 656-657
    1594. Emily Dickinson. 1585. The Bird her punctual music brings... (стихотворение), p. 657
    1595. Emily Dickinson. 1586. To her derided Home... (стихотворение), p. 657-658
    1596. Emily Dickinson. 1587. He ate and drank the precious Words —... (стихотворение), p. 658
    1597. Emily Dickinson. 1588. This Me — that walks and works — must die... (стихотворение), p. 658
    1598. Emily Dickinson. 1589. Cosmopolities without a plea... (стихотворение), p. 658-659
    1599. Emily Dickinson. 1590. Not at Home to Callers... (стихотворение), p. 659
    1600. Emily Dickinson. 1591. The Bobolink is gone —... (стихотворение), p. 659
    1601. Emily Dickinson. 1592. The Lassitudes of Contemplation... (стихотворение), p. 659
    1602. Emily Dickinson. 1593. There came a Wind like a Bugle —... (стихотворение), p. 659-660
    1603. Emily Dickinson. 1594. Immured in Heaven!.. (стихотворение), p. 660
    1604. Emily Dickinson. 1595. Declaiming Waters none may dread —... (стихотворение), p. 660
    1605. Emily Dickinson. 1596. Few, yet enough... (стихотворение), p. 660-661
    1606. Emily Dickinson. 1597. ʼTis not the swaying frame we miss... (стихотворение), p. 661
    1607. Emily Dickinson. 1598. Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights... (стихотворение), p. 661
    1608. Emily Dickinson. 1599. Though the great Waters sleep... (стихотворение), p. 661
    1609. Emily Dickinson. 1600. Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird... (стихотворение), p. 662
    1610. Emily Dickinson. 1601. Of God we ask one favor... (стихотворение), p. 662
    1611. Emily Dickinson. 1602. Pursuing you in your transitions... (стихотворение), p. 662
    1612. Emily Dickinson. 1603. The going from a world we know... (стихотворение), p. 662-663
    1613. Emily Dickinson. 1604. We send the Wave to find the Wave —... (стихотворение), p. 663
    1614. Emily Dickinson. 1605. Each that we lose takes part of us... (стихотворение), p. 663
    1615. Emily Dickinson. 1606. Quite empty, quite at rest... (стихотворение), p. 663
    1616. Emily Dickinson. 1607. Within that little Hive... (стихотворение), p. 664
    1617. Emily Dickinson. 1608. The ecstasy to guess... (стихотворение), p. 664
    1618. Emily Dickinson. 1609. Sunset that screens, reveals —... (стихотворение), p. 664
    1619. Emily Dickinson. 1610. Morning that comes but once... (стихотворение), p. 664
    1620. Emily Dickinson. 1611. Their dappled importunity... (стихотворение), p. 664
    1621. Emily Dickinson. 1612. The Auctioneer of Parting... (стихотворение), p. 665
    1622. Emily Dickinson. 1613. Not Sickness stains the Brave... (стихотворение), p. 665
    1623. Emily Dickinson. 1614. Parting with Thee reluctantly... (стихотворение), p. 665
    1624. Emily Dickinson. 1615. Oh what a Grace is this... (стихотворение), p. 665
    1625. Emily Dickinson. 1616. Who abdicated Ambush... (стихотворение), p. 666
    1626. Emily Dickinson. 1617. To try to speak, and miss the way... (стихотворение), p. 666
    1627. Emily Dickinson. 1618. There are two Mays... (стихотворение), p. 666
    1628. Emily Dickinson. 1619. Not knowing when the Dawn will come... (стихотворение), p. 666-667
    1629. Emily Dickinson. 1620. Circumference thou Bride of Awe... (стихотворение), p. 667
    1630. Emily Dickinson. 1621. A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot... (стихотворение), p. 667
    1631. Emily Dickinson. 1622. A Sloop of Amber slips away... (стихотворение), p. 667
    1632. Emily Dickinson. 1623. A World made penniless by that departure... (стихотворение), p. 667
    1633. Emily Dickinson. 1624. Apparently with no surprise... (стихотворение), p. 667-668
    1634. Emily Dickinson. 1625. Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee... (стихотворение), p. 668
    1635. Emily Dickinson. 1626. No Life can pompless pass away —... (стихотворение), p. 668
    1636. Emily Dickinson. 1627 (version I). The pedigree of Honey... (стихотворение), p. 668-669
    1637. Emily Dickinson. 1627 (version II). The Pedigree of Honey... (стихотворение), p. 669
    1638. Emily Dickinson. 1628. A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork... (стихотворение), p. 669
    1639. Emily Dickinson. 1629. Arrows enamored of his Heart —... (стихотворение), p. 669
    1640. Emily Dickinson. 1630. As from the earth the light Balloon... (стихотворение), p. 669-670
    1641. Emily Dickinson. 1631. Oh Future! thou secreted peace... (стихотворение), p. 670
    1642. Emily Dickinson. 1632. So give me back to Death —... (стихотворение), p. 670
    1643. Emily Dickinson. 1633. Still own thee — still thou art... (стихотворение), p. 670-671
    1644. Emily Dickinson. 1634. Talk not to me of Summer Trees... (стихотворение), p. 671
    1645. Emily Dickinson. 1635. The Jay his Castanet has struck... (стихотворение), p. 671
    1646. Emily Dickinson. 1636. The Sun in reigning to the West... (стихотворение), p. 671
    1647. Emily Dickinson. 1637. Is it too late to touch you, Dear?.. (стихотворение), p. 672
    1648. Emily Dickinson. 1638. Go thy great way!.. (стихотворение), p. 672
    1649. Emily Dickinson. 1639. A Letter is a joy of Earth —... (стихотворение), p. 672
    1650. Emily Dickinson. 1640. Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy... (стихотворение), p. 672
    1651. Emily Dickinson. 1641. Betrothed to Righteousness might be... (стихотворение), p. 672
    1652. Emily Dickinson. 1642. “Red Sea”, indeed! Talk not to me... (стихотворение), p. 673
    1653. Emily Dickinson. 1643. Extol thee — could I? Then I will... (стихотворение), p. 673
    1654. Emily Dickinson. 1644. Some one prepared this mighty show... (стихотворение), p. 673
    1655. Emily Dickinson. 1645. The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man... (стихотворение), p. 674
    1656. Emily Dickinson. 1646. Why should we hurry — why indeed?.. (стихотворение), p. 674
    1657. Emily Dickinson. 1647. Of Glory not a Beam is left... (стихотворение), p. 674
    1658. Emily Dickinson. 1648. The immortality she gave... (стихотворение), p. 674-675
    1659. Emily Dickinson. 1649. A Cap of Lead across the sky... (стихотворение), p. 675
    1660. Emily Dickinson. 1650. A lane of Yellow led the eye... (стихотворение), p. 675
    1661. Emily Dickinson. 1651. A Word made Flesh is seldom... (стихотворение), p. 675-676
    1662. Emily Dickinson. 1652. Advance is Life's condition... (стихотворение), p. 676
    1663. Emily Dickinson. 1653. As we pass Houses musing slow... (стихотворение), p. 676
    1664. Emily Dickinson. 1654. Beauty crowds me till I die... (стихотворение), p. 676
    1665. Emily Dickinson. 1655. Conferring with myself... (стихотворение), p. 677
    1666. Emily Dickinson. 1656. Down Time's quaint stream... (стихотворение), p. 677
    1667. Emily Dickinson. 1657. Eden is that old-fashioned House... (стихотворение), p. 677
    1668. Emily Dickinson. 1658. Endanger it, and the Demand... (стихотворение), p. 678
    1669. Emily Dickinson. 1659. Fame is a fickle food... (стихотворение), p. 678
    1670. Emily Dickinson. 1660. Glory is that bright tragic thing... (стихотворение), p. 678
    1671. Emily Dickinson. 1661. Guest am I to have... (стихотворение), p. 679
    1672. Emily Dickinson. 1662. He went by sleep that drowsy route... (стихотворение), p. 679
    1673. Emily Dickinson. 1663. His mind of man, a secret makes... (стихотворение), p. 679
    1674. Emily Dickinson. 1664. I did not reach Thee... (стихотворение), p. 679-680
    1675. Emily Dickinson. 1665. I know of people in the Grave... (стихотворение), p. 680-681
    1676. Emily Dickinson. 1666. I see thee clearer for the Grave... (стихотворение), p. 681
    1677. Emily Dickinson. 1667. I watched her face to see which way... (стихотворение), p. 681
    1678. Emily Dickinson. 1668. If I could tell how glad I was... (стихотворение), p. 681-682
    1679. Emily Dickinson. 1669. In snow thou comest —... (стихотворение), p. 682
    1680. Emily Dickinson. 1670. In Winter in my Room... (стихотворение), p. 682-683
    1681. Emily Dickinson. 1671. Judgment is justest... (стихотворение), p. 683
    1682. Emily Dickinson. 1672. Lightly stepped a yellow star... (стихотворение), p. 684
    1683. Emily Dickinson. 1673. Nature can do no more... (стихотворение), p. 684
    1684. Emily Dickinson. 1674. Not any sunny tone... (стихотворение), p. 684
    1685. Emily Dickinson. 1675. Of this is Day composed... (стихотворение), p. 685
    1686. Emily Dickinson. 1676. Of Yellow was the outer Sky... (стихотворение), p. 685
    1687. Emily Dickinson. 1677. On my volcano grows the Grass... (стихотворение), p. 685
    1688. Emily Dickinson. 1678. Peril as a Possession... (стихотворение), p. 685-686
    1689. Emily Dickinson. 1679. Rather arid delight... (стихотворение), p. 686
    1690. Emily Dickinson. 1680. Sometimes with the Heart... (стихотворение), p. 686
    1691. Emily Dickinson. 1681. Speech is one symptom of Affection... (стихотворение), p. 686
    1692. Emily Dickinson. 1682. Summer begins to have the look... (стихотворение), p. 687
    1693. Emily Dickinson. 1683. That she forgot me was the least... (стихотворение), p. 687
    1694. Emily Dickinson. 1684. The Blunder is in estimate... (стихотворение), p. 687-688
    1695. Emily Dickinson. 1685. The butterfly obtains... (стихотворение), p. 688
    1696. Emily Dickinson. 1686. The event was directly behind Him... (стихотворение), p. 688
    1697. Emily Dickinson. 1687. The gleam of an heroic Act... (стихотворение), p. 688-689
    1698. Emily Dickinson. 1688. The Hills erect their Purple Heads... (стихотворение), p. 689
    1699. Emily Dickinson. 1689. The look of thee, what is it like... (стихотворение), p. 689
    1700. Emily Dickinson. 1690. The ones that disappeared are back... (стихотворение), p. 689-690
    1701. Emily Dickinson. 1691. The overtakelessness of those... (стихотворение), p. 690
    1702. Emily Dickinson. 1692. The right to perish might be thought... (стихотворение), p. 690
    1703. Emily Dickinson. 1693. The Sun retired to a cloud... (стихотворение), p. 690
    1704. Emily Dickinson. 1694. The wind drew off... (стихотворение), p. 691
    1705. Emily Dickinson. 1695. There is a solitude of space... (стихотворение), p. 691
    1706. Emily Dickinson. 1696. These are the days that Reindeer love... (стихотворение), p. 691
    1707. Emily Dickinson. 1697. They talk as slow as Legends grow... (стихотворение), p. 691-692
    1708. Emily Dickinson. 1698. ʼTis easier to pity those when dead... (стихотворение), p. 692
    1709. Emily Dickinson. 1699. To do a magnanimous thing... (стихотворение), p. 692
    1710. Emily Dickinson. 1700. To tell the Beauty would decrease... (стихотворение), p. 692-693
    1711. Emily Dickinson. 1701. To their apartment deep... (стихотворение), p. 693
    1712. Emily Dickinson. 1702. Today or this noon... (стихотворение), p. 693
    1713. Emily Dickinson. 1703. ʼTwas comfort in her Dying Room... (стихотворение), p. 693
    1714. Emily Dickinson. 1704. Unto a broken heart... (стихотворение), p. 693-694
    1715. Emily Dickinson. 1705. Volcanoes be in Sicily... (стихотворение), p. 694
    1716. Emily Dickinson. 1706. When we have ceased to care... (стихотворение), p. 694
    1717. Emily Dickinson. 1707. Winter under cultivation... (стихотворение), p. 694
    1718. Emily Dickinson. 1708. Witchcraft has not a Pedigree... (стихотворение), p. 694
    1719. Emily Dickinson. 1709. With sweetness unabated... (стихотворение), p. 695
    1720. Emily Dickinson. 1710. A curious Cloud surprised the Sky... (стихотворение), p. 695
    1721. Emily Dickinson. 1711. A face devoid of love or grace... (стихотворение), p. 695
    1722. Emily Dickinson. 1712. A Pit — but Heaven over it —... (стихотворение), p. 696
    1723. Emily Dickinson. 1713. As subtle as tomorrow... (стихотворение), p. 696
    1724. Emily Dickinson. 1714. By a departing light... (стихотворение), p. 696
    1725. Emily Dickinson. 1715. Consulting summer's clock... (стихотворение), p. 697
    1726. Emily Dickinson. 1716. Death is like the insect... (стихотворение), p. 697
    1727. Emily Dickinson. 1717. Did life's penurious length... (стихотворение), p. 697
    1728. Emily Dickinson. 1718. Drowning is not so pitiful... (стихотворение), p. 698
    1729. Emily Dickinson. 1719. God is indeed a jealous God —... (стихотворение), p. 698
    1730. Emily Dickinson. 1720. Had I known that the first was the last... (стихотворение), p. 698
    1731. Emily Dickinson. 1721. He was my host — he was my guest... (стихотворение), p. 698-699
    1732. Emily Dickinson. 1722. Her face was in a bed of hair... (стихотворение), p. 699
    1733. Emily Dickinson. 1723. High from the earth I heard a bird... (стихотворение), p. 699-700
    1734. Emily Dickinson. 1724. How dare the robins sing... (стихотворение), p. 700
    1735. Emily Dickinson. 1725. I took one Draught of Life —... (стихотворение), p. 700
    1736. Emily Dickinson. 1726. If all the griefs I am to have... (стихотворение), p. 701
    1737. Emily Dickinson. 1727. If ever the lid gets off my head... (стихотворение), p. 701
    1738. Emily Dickinson. 1728. Is Immortality a bane... (стихотворение), p. 701
    1739. Emily Dickinson. 1729. I've got an arrow here... (стихотворение), p. 701-702
    1740. Emily Dickinson. 1730. “Lethe” in my flower... (стихотворение), p. 702
    1741. Emily Dickinson. 1731. Love can do all but raise the Dead... (стихотворение), p. 702
    1742. Emily Dickinson. 1732. My life closed twice before its close —... (стихотворение), p. 702-703
    1743. Emily Dickinson. 1733. No man saw awe, nor to his house... (стихотворение), p. 703
    1744. Emily Dickinson. 1734. Oh, honey of an hour... (стихотворение), p. 703
    1745. Emily Dickinson. 1735. One crown that no one seeks... (стихотворение), p. 703-704
    1746. Emily Dickinson. 1736. Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it... (стихотворение), p. 704
    1747. Emily Dickinson. 1737. Rearrange a “Wife's” affection!.. (стихотворение), p. 704-705
    1748. Emily Dickinson. 1738. Softened by Time's consummate plush... (стихотворение), p. 705
    1749. Emily Dickinson. 1739. Some say goodnight — at night —... (стихотворение), p. 705
    1750. Emily Dickinson. 1740. Sweet is the swamp with its secrets... (стихотворение), p. 705-706
    1751. Emily Dickinson. 1741. That it will never come again... (стихотворение), p. 706
    1752. Emily Dickinson. 1742. The distance that the dead have gone... (стихотворение), p. 706
    1753. Emily Dickinson. 1743. The grave my little cottage is... (стихотворение), p. 706-707
    1754. Emily Dickinson. 1744. The joy that has no stem no core... (стихотворение), p. 707
    1755. Emily Dickinson. 1745. The mob within the heart... (стихотворение), p. 707
    1756. Emily Dickinson. 1746. The most important population... (стихотворение), p. 707-708
    1757. Emily Dickinson. 1747. The parasol is the umbrella's daughter... (стихотворение), p. 708
    1758. Emily Dickinson. 1748. The reticent volcano keeps... (стихотворение), p. 708
    1759. Emily Dickinson. 1749. The waters chased him as he fled... (стихотворение), p. 708-709
    1760. Emily Dickinson. 1750. The words the happy say... (стихотворение), p. 709
    1761. Emily Dickinson. 1751. There comes an hour when begging stops... (стихотворение), p. 709
    1762. Emily Dickinson. 1752. This docile one inter... (стихотворение), p. 709
    1763. Emily Dickinson. 1753. Through those old Grounds of memory... (стихотворение), p. 710
    1764. Emily Dickinson. 1754. To lose thee — sweeter than to gain... (стихотворение), p. 710
    1765. Emily Dickinson. 1755. To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee... (стихотворение), p. 710
    1766. Emily Dickinson. 1756. ʼTwas here my summer paused... (стихотворение), p. 711
    1767. Emily Dickinson. 1757. Upon the gallows hung a wretch... (стихотворение), p. 711
    1768. Emily Dickinson. 1758. Where every bird is bold to go... (стихотворение), p. 711
    1769. Emily Dickinson. 1759. Which misses most... (стихотворение), p. 711-712
    1770. Emily Dickinson. 1760. Elysium is as far as to... (стихотворение), p. 712
    1771. Emily Dickinson. 1761. A train went through a burial gate... (стихотворение), p. 712
    1772. Emily Dickinson. 1762. Were natural mortal lady... (стихотворение), p. 712-713
    1773. Emily Dickinson. 1763. Fame is a bee... (стихотворение), p. 713
    1774. Emily Dickinson. 1764. The saddest noise, the sweetest noise... (стихотворение), p. 713-714
    1775. Emily Dickinson. 1765. That Love is all there is... (стихотворение), p. 714
    1776. Emily Dickinson. 1766. Those final Creatures, — who they are —... (стихотворение), p. 714
    1777. Emily Dickinson. 1767. Sweet hours have perished here... (стихотворение), p. 714
    1778. Emily Dickinson. 1768. Lad of Athens, faithful be... (стихотворение), p. 714
    1779. Emily Dickinson. 1769. The longest day that God appoints... (стихотворение), p. 714-715
    1780. Emily Dickinson. 1770. Experiment escorts us last —... (стихотворение), p. 715
    1781. Emily Dickinson. 1771. How fleet — how indiscreet an one —... (стихотворение), p. 715
    1782. Emily Dickinson. 1772. Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip... (стихотворение), p. 715
    1783. Emily Dickinson. 1773. The Summer that we did not prize... (стихотворение), p. 715
    1784. Emily Dickinson. 1774. Too happy Time dissolves itself... (стихотворение), p. 716
    1785. Emily Dickinson. 1775. The earth has many keys... (стихотворение), p. 716
  3. Thomas H. Johnson. Acknowledgments, p. 717
  4. Previous Collections, p. 719-720
  5. Indexes
    1. Subject Index, p. 723-735
    2. Index of first lines, p. 737-770

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Год издания, тираж, формат не указаны.

Книга неоднократно переиздавалась с идентичным макетом, но с разными суперами и обложками. В качестве обложки № 1 представлен супер переиздания 1960 года, под которым обложка № 3. В качестве обложки № 2 представлен супер еще одного переиздания 1960 года, обложка под которым по оформлению идентична первому переизданию, но отличается цветом (представлена в доп. изображениях). С высокой долей вероятности можно предположить, что первое издание вышло в обложке такого же оформления, которую пока установить не удалось. Титул также взят из переизданий 1960 года.




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