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Unpublished Poems

авторский сборник

Язык издания: английский

Составители: , Alfred Leete Hampson

Boston: Little, Brown, and Company, 1936 г.

ISBN отсутствует

Тип обложки: твёрдая + суперобложка

Страниц: 160

Описание:

Стихотворения.

Содержание:

  1. ONE
    1. Emily Dickinson. I. “My triumph lasted till the drums…” (стихотворение), стр.
    2. Emily Dickinson. II. “More life went out, when He went…” (стихотворение), стр.
    3. Emily Dickinson. III. “So much of Heaven has gone from Earth…” (стихотворение), стр.
    4. Emily Dickinson. IV. “He fought like those who’ve nought to lose…” (стихотворение), стр.
    5. Emily Dickinson. V. “Did you ever stand in a cavern’s mouth —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    6. Emily Dickinson. VI. “He gave away his life —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    7. Emily Dickinson. VII. “Unto like story trouble has enticed me —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    8. Emily Dickinson. VIII. “If any sink, assure that this now standing…” (стихотворение), стр.
    9. Emily Dickinson. IX. “A tooth upon our peace…” (стихотворение), стр.
    10. Emily Dickinson. X. “If your Nerve deny you…” (стихотворение), стр.
    11. Emily Dickinson. XI. “The first Day’s Night had come —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    12. Emily Dickinson. XII. “Somehow myself survived the night…” (стихотворение), стр.
    13. Emily Dickinson. XIII. “To whom the mornings stand for nights…” (стихотворение), стр.
    14. Emily Dickinson. XIV. “We grow accustomed to the dark…” (стихотворение), стр.
    15. Emily Dickinson. XV. “The lamp burns sure, within…” (стихотворение), стр.
    16. Emily Dickinson. XVI. “A weight, with needles in the pounds…” (стихотворение), стр.
    17. Emily Dickinson. XVII. “I am afraid to own a body…” (стихотворение), стр.
    18. Emily Dickinson. XVIII. “Did our Best Moment last…” (стихотворение), стр.
    19. Emily Dickinson. XIX. “Exhilaration is Within —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    20. Emily Dickinson. XX. “Bound a trouble and lives will bear it, —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    21. Emily Dickinson. XXI. “I saw no way, the Heavens were stitched…” (стихотворение), стр.
    22. Emily Dickinson. XXII. “What twigs we held by! Oh the view…” (стихотворение), стр.
    23. Emily Dickinson. XXIII. “Must be a woe…” (стихотворение), стр.
    24. Emily Dickinson. XXIV. “The Martyr Poets did not tell…” (стихотворение), стр.
    25. Emily Dickinson. XXV. “For this accepted Breath…” (стихотворение), стр.
  2. TWO
    1. Emily Dickinson. XXVI. “Time feels so vast…” (стихотворение), стр.
    2. Emily Dickinson. XXVII. “I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me…” (стихотворение), стр.
    3. Emily Dickinson. XXVIII. “Itʼs thoughts and just one heart…” (стихотворение), стр.
    4. Emily Dickinson. XXIX. “They shut me up in prose —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    5. Emily Dickinson. XXX. “Iʼm saying every day…” (стихотворение), стр.
    6. Emily Dickinson. XXXI. “Never for society…” (стихотворение), стр.
    7. Emily Dickinson. XXXII. “Iʼve heard an organ talk sometimes…” (стихотворение), стр.
    8. Emily Dickinson. XXXIII. “I think I was enchanted…” (стихотворение), стр.
    9. Emily Dickinson. XXXIV. “A Mien to move a queen —…” (стихотворение), стр. 395-396
    10. Emily Dickinson. XXXV. “The Winters are so short…” (стихотворение), стр.
    11. Emily Dickinson. XXXVI. “My first well day, since many ill…” (стихотворение), стр.
    12. Emily Dickinson. XXXVII. “The day undressed herself —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    13. Emily Dickinson. XXXVIII. “A slash of Blue, a sweep of Gray!..” (стихотворение), стр.
    14. Emily Dickinson. XXXIX. “A visitor in March —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    15. Emily Dickinson. XL. “Have any, like myself…” (стихотворение), стр.
    16. Emily Dickinson. XLI. “The birds reported from the South…” (стихотворение), стр.
    17. Emily Dickinson. XLII. “An ignorance a sunset…” (стихотворение), стр.
    18. Emily Dickinson. XLIII. “The trees, like tassels, hit and swung…” (стихотворение), стр.
    19. Emily Dickinson. XLIV. “I know where wells grow — droughtless wells —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    20. Emily Dickinson. XLV. “When diamonds are a legend…” (стихотворение), стр.
    21. Emily Dickinson. XLVI. “Answer, July! —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    22. Emily Dickinson. XLVII. “He parts himself like leaves…” (стихотворение), стр.
    23. Emily Dickinson. XLVIII. “Cocoon above! Cocoon below!..” (стихотворение), стр.
    24. Emily Dickinson. XLIX. “Some such butterfly be seen…” (стихотворение), стр.
    25. Emily Dickinson. L. “My garden, like the beach…” (стихотворение), стр.
    26. Emily Dickinson. LI. “Themselves are all I have —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    27. Emily Dickinson. LII. “The Grace myself might not obtain…” (стихотворение), стр.
    28. Emily Dickinson. LIII. “But little carmine hath her face…” (стихотворение), стр.
    29. Emily Dickinson. LIV. “This bauble was preferred by bees —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    30. Emily Dickinson. LV. “The Flower must not blame the Bee…” (стихотворение), стр.
    31. Emily Dickinson. LVI. “She hideth her the last…” (стихотворение), стр.
    32. Emily Dickinson. LVII. “The Himalah was known to stoop…” (стихотворение), стр.
    33. Emily Dickinson. LVIII. “In Ebon Box, when years have flown…” (стихотворение), стр.
    34. Emily Dickinson. LIX. “I play at riches to appease…” (стихотворение), стр.
    35. Emily Dickinson. LX. “The Outer from the Inner…” (стихотворение), стр.
    36. Emily Dickinson. LXI. “Size circumscribes, it has no room…” (стихотворение), стр.
    37. Emily Dickinson. LXII. “Myself was formed a carpenter…” (стихотворение), стр.
    38. Emily Dickinson. LXIII. “Had I not This — or This,” I said…” (стихотворение), стр.
    39. Emily Dickinson. LXIV. “Removed from accident of loss…” (стихотворение), стр.
    40. Emily Dickinson. LXV. “Trust in the Unexpected!..” (стихотворение), стр.
    41. Emily Dickinson. LXVI. “Unfulfilled to observation…” (стихотворение), стр.
    42. Emily Dickinson. LXVII. “We dream, — it is good we are dreaming…” (стихотворение), стр.
    43. Emily Dickinson. LXVIII. “Dreams are well, but waking’s better…” (стихотворение), стр.
    44. Emily Dickinson. LXIX. “To put this world down like a bundle…” (стихотворение), стр.
    45. Emily Dickinson. LXX. “I sometimes drop it, for a quick…” (стихотворение), стр.
    46. Emily Dickinson. LXXI. “A plated life diversified…” (стихотворение), стр.
  3. THREE
    1. Emily Dickinson. LXXII. “Youʼll know it as you know ’tis Noon —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    2. Emily Dickinson. LXXIII. “A transport one cannot contain…” (стихотворение), стр.
    3. Emily Dickinson. LXXIV. “I think to live may be a bliss…” (стихотворение), стр.
    4. Emily Dickinson. LXXV. “The Heaven vests for each…” (стихотворение), стр.
    5. Emily Dickinson. LXXVI. “You know that portrait in the moon…” (стихотворение), стр.
    6. Emily Dickinson. LXXVII. “Many a phrase has the English language —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    7. Emily Dickinson. LXXVIII. “Promise this, when you be dying…” (стихотворение), стр.
    8. Emily Dickinson. LXXIX. “That first day when you praised me, Sweet…” (стихотворение), стр.
    9. Emily Dickinson. LXXX. “Not probable — the merest chance —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    10. Emily Dickinson. LXXXI. “Ah Moon and Star!..” (стихотворение), стр.
    11. Emily Dickinson. LXXXII. “I could suffice for Him, I knew…” (стихотворение), стр.
    12. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIII. “The day that I was crowned…” (стихотворение), стр.
    13. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIV. “Without this there is nought…” (стихотворение), стр.
    14. Emily Dickinson. LXXXV. “It would never be common more, I said…” (стихотворение), стр.
    15. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVI. “They put us far apart…” (стихотворение), стр.
    16. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVII. “To make one’s toilette, after Death…” (стихотворение), стр.
    17. Emily Dickinson. LXXXVIII. “It might have been lonelier…” (стихотворение), стр.
    18. Emily Dickinson. LXXXIX. “Forget? The lady with the amulet…” (стихотворение), стр.
    19. Emily Dickinson. XC. “I would die to know — ’tis a triffing knowledge —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    20. Emily Dickinson. XCI. “Let us play yesterday —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    21. Emily Dickinson. XCII. “A single screw of flesh…” (стихотворение), стр.
    22. Emily Dickinson. XCIII. “If he dissolve — then there is nothing more…” (стихотворение), стр.
    23. Emily Dickinson. XCIV. “I cross till I am weary…” (стихотворение), стр.
    24. Emily Dickinson. XCV. “We prove it now, whoever doubt…” (стихотворение), стр.
  4. FOUR
    1. Emily Dickinson. XCVI. “Sexton! my Master’s sleeping here…” (стихотворение), стр.
    2. Emily Dickinson. XCVII. “If I could bribe them by a Rose…” (стихотворение), стр.
    3. Emily Dickinson. XCVIII. “Too little way the house must lie…” (стихотворение), стр.
    4. Emily Dickinson. XCIX. “’Tis well, the looking back on grief…” (стихотворение), стр.
    5. Emily Dickinson. C. “The months have end, the years a knot…” (стихотворение), стр.
    6. Emily Dickinson. CI. “Bereavement in their death to feel…” (стихотворение), стр.
    7. Emily Dickinson. CII. “’Twas awkward, but it fitted me…” (стихотворение), стр.
    8. Emily Dickinson. CIII. “Because ’twas riches I could own…” (стихотворение), стр.
    9. Emily Dickinson. CIV. “Take your Heaven further on —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    10. Emily Dickinson. CV. “It knew no medicine —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    11. Emily Dickinson. CVI. “Her smile was shaped like other smiles…” (стихотворение), стр.
    12. Emily Dickinson. CVII. “No notice gave she but a change, —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    13. Emily Dickinson. CVIII. “These saw vision, latch them softly…” (стихотворение), стр. 442-443
    14. Emily Dickinson. CIX. “To die takes just a little while —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    15. Emily Dickinson. CX. “Her sweet turn to leave the homestead…” (стихотворение), стр.
    16. Emily Dickinson. CXI. “She lay as if at play…” (стихотворение), стр.
    17. Emily Dickinson. CXII. “She bore it till the simple veins…” (стихотворение), стр.
    18. Emily Dickinson. CXIII. “This heart that broke so long —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    19. Emily Dickinson. CXIV. “She’s happy, with a new content…” (стихотворение), стр.
    20. Emily Dickinson. CXV. “She staked her feathers, gained an arc…” (стихотворение), стр.
    21. Emily Dickinson. CXVI. “The morning after woe…” (стихотворение), стр.
    22. Emily Dickinson. CXVII. “Unit, like Death, for whom?..” (стихотворение), стр.
    23. Emily Dickinson. CXVIII. “It was a grave, yet bore no stone…” (стихотворение), стр.
    24. Emily Dickinson. CXIX. “Between my Country…” (стихотворение), стр.
    25. Emily Dickinson. CXX. “The color of the grave is green, —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    26. Emily Dickinson. CXXI. “A first mute coming…” (стихотворение), стр.
    27. Emily Dickinson. CXXII. “Put up my lute — what of my music!..” (стихотворение), стр.
    28. Emily Dickinson. CXXIII. “No man can compass a despair…” (стихотворение), стр.
    29. Emily Dickinson. CXXIV. “Good to have had them lost…” (стихотворение), стр.
    30. Emily Dickinson. CXXV. “The province of the Saved…” (стихотворение), стр.
    31. Emily Dickinson. CXXVI. “Despair’s advantage is achieved…” (стихотворение), стр.
    32. Emily Dickinson. CXXVII. “That after horror that was Us —…” (стихотворение), стр.
    33. Emily Dickinson. CXXVIII. “’Tis so appalling it exhilarates!..” (стихотворение), стр.
    34. Emily Dickinson. CXXIX. “The test of Love is Death…” (стихотворение), стр.
    35. Emily Dickinson. CXXX. “A nearness to Tremendousness…” (стихотворение), стр.
    36. Emily Dickinson. CXXXI. “Only God possess the secret…” (стихотворение), стр.

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