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Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Though virtually unknown in her lifetime, Dickinson has come to be regarded, along with Walt Whitman, as one of the two quintessential American poets of the 19th century. Dickinson lived an introverted and hermetic life. Although she wrote, at the last count, 1,789 poems, only a handful of them were published during her lifetime. Some of these published anonymously and some may have been published without her knowledge. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was born December 10, 1830, and lived almost all of her life in her family's house in Amherst, which has been preserved as the Emily Dickinson Museum. In 1840, Emily was educated at the nearby Amherst Academy, a former boys' school which had opened to female students just two years earlier. She studied English and classical literature, learning Latin and reading the Aeneid over several years, and was taught in other subjects including religion, history, mathematics, geology, and other things.

silence
 
 
There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In ... [read poem]
my star
 
 
All that I know
Of a certain star,
Is, it can throw
(Like the... [read poem]
the lost leader
 
 
Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat--
Foun... [read poem]
love among the ruins
 
 
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Miles and miles
On the solitary past... [read poem]
death
 
 
It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;... [read poem]
life in a love
 
 
Escape me?
Never--
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the ... [read poem]
porphyria's lover
 
 
The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops ... [read poem]
as imperceptibly as grief
 
 
As imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away,--
Too imperceptible, at last,
To se... [read poem]
confessions
 
 
What is he buzzing in my ears?
"Now that I come to die,
Do I view the world as a vale ... [read poem]
love in a life
 
 
Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, f... [read poem]
an epistle containing the strange medical experience of karshish, the arab physician
 
 
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,
The not-incurious in God's handiwork
(This m... [read poem]
cavalier tunes: boot and saddle
 
 
Boot, saddle, to horse and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
Brightens to blue fr... [read poem]
parting at morning
 
 
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And s... [read poem]
the reticent volcano keeps
 
 
The reticent volcano keeps
His never-slumbering plan;
Confided are his projects pink
... [read poem]
rabbi ben ezra
 
 
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was m... [read poem]
song
 
 
Nay but you, who do not love her,
Is she not pure gold, my mistress?
Holds earth augh... [read poem]
a death in the desert
 
 
[Supposed of Pamphylax the Antiochene:
It is a parchment, of my rolls the fifth,
Hath thre... [read poem]
cleon
 
 
"As certain also of your own poets have said"--
(Acts 17.28)
... [read poem]
no!
 
 
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--... [read poem]
two in the campagna
 
 
I wonder do you feel to-day
As I have felt since, hand in hand,
We sat down on the g... [read poem]
andrea del sarto
 
 
But do not let us quarrel any more,
No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once:
Sit down and a... [read poem]
the laboratory
 
 
Ancien Régime

Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
May gaze thro' the... [read poem]
meeting at night
 
 
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the star... [read poem]
among the rocks
 
 
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones... [read poem]
youth and art
 
 
It once might have been, once only:
We lodged in a street together,
You, a sparrow on ... [read poem]
epilogue
 
 
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
When you set your fancies free,
Will... [read poem]
a grammarian's funeral
 
 
Let us begin and carry up this corpse,
Singing together.
Leave we the common crofts... [read poem]
over the sea our galleys went
 
 
Over the sea our galleys went,
With cleaving prows in order brave,
To a speeding wind and ... [read poem]
waring
 
 
I.

i.

What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
Chose... [read poem]
fra lippo lippi
 
 
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave!
You need not clap your torches to my face.
Zooks, ... [read poem]

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