In a Library by Emily Dickinson

In a Library by Emily Dickinson

In a Library by Emily Dickinson A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable…
XXVI by Emily Dickinson

XXVI by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson XXVI. The farthest thunder that I heard Was nearer than the sky, And rumbles still, though torrid noons Have lain their missiles by. The lightning that preceded it…
XI.by Emily Dickinson

XI.by Emily Dickinson

XI. by Emily Dickinson Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you…
X. Emily Dickinson

X. Emily Dickinson

X. I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed?…
XXVII–Emily Dickinson

XXVII–Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson was born December 10, 1830. Less than a dozen of her 1800 poems were published while she was alive.