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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.

"childe roland to the dark tower came"
(See Edgar's song in Shakespeare's King Lear.)

My first thought was, he lied in e... [read poem]
the pied piper of hamelin: a child's story
(Written for, and inscribed to, W. M. the Younger)


Hamelin Town's ... [read poem]
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
And did he stop and speak to you?
And did you spea... [read poem]
my last duchess

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I... [read poem]
caliban upon setebos
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself."
(David, Psalms 50.21)... [read poem]
count gismond--aix in provence
Christ God who savest man, save most
Of men Count Gismond who saved me!
Count Gauthier... [read poem]
never the time and the place
Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together!
This path--how soft to ... [read poem]
Said Abner, "At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak,
Kiss my cheek, wish me well!" T... [read poem]
cavalier tunes: marching along
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,
Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:
And, pressi... [read poem]
home-thoughts, from the sea
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red... [read poem]
Among these latter busts we count by scores,
Half-emperors and quarter-emperors,
Each with... [read poem]
up at a villa--down in the city
Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,
The house for me, no doubt, were a house ... [read poem]
the dream of eugene aram
'Twas in the prime of summer-time
An evening calm and cool,
And four-and-twenty happy boys... [read poem]
the bishop orders his tomb at saint praxed's church rome, 15--
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?
Nephews--so... [read poem]
home-thoughts, from abroad
Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some ... [read poem]
a toccata of galuppi's
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!
I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove ... [read poem]
a serenade at the villa
That was I, you heard last night,
When there rose no moon at all,
Nor, to pierce the ... [read poem]
Fear death?--to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin... [read poem]
give a rouse
King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Giv... [read poem]
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