The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson/Index
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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A bird came down the walk:
91
A cap of lead across the sky
277
A charm invests a face
163
A clock stopped—not the mantel's;
249
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
204
A deed knocks first at thought,
37
A dew sufficed itself
135
Adrift! a little boat adrift!
246
A drop fell on the apple tree,
113
Adventure most unto itself
257
A face devoid of love or grace,
54
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
193
After a hundred years
225
Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain!
269
A lady red upon the hill
128
A light exists in spring
127
A little madness in the Spring
270
A little overflowing word
311
A little over Jordan,
300
A little road not made of man,
113
All circumstances are the frame
314
All I may, if small,
304
All overgrown by cunning moss,
250
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
251
Alter? When the hills do.
145
Ambition cannot find him,
301
A modest lot, a fame petite,
70
Ample make this bed
214
A murmur in the trees to note,
130
An altered look about the hills;
80
A narrow fellow in the grass
91
An awful tempest mashed the air,
90
An everywhere of silver,
90
Angels in the early morning
119
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
28
Apparently with no surprise
122
A precious, mouldering pleasure 'tis
7
A prompt, executive Bird is the Jay,
282
Arcturus is his other name,—
89
Are friends delight or pain?
60
A route of evanescence
86
As by the dead we love to sit,
207
As children bid the guest good-night,
118
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
132
As far from pity as complaint,
232
A shady friend for torrid days
34
Ashes denote that fire was;
60
A sickness of this world it most occasions
239
As if some little Arctic flower,
149
As imperceptibly as grief
103
A sloop of amber slips away
140
A solemn thing it was, I said,
176
A something in a summer's day,
114
A spider sewed at night
94
At half-past three a single bird
76
A thought went up my mind to-day
27
A throe upon the features
223
At last to be identified!
196
At least to pray is left, is left
203
A toad can die of light!
250
A train went through a burial gate,
185
A triumph may be of several kinds
210
A word is dead
49
A wounded deer leaps highest,
6
B
Beauty crowds me till I die,
272
Because I could not stop for Death,
194
Before I got my eye put out,
35
Before the ice is in the pools,
245
Before you thought of spring,
80
Belshazzar had a letter,—
16
Bereaved of all, I went abroad,
237
Besides the Autumn poets sing,
105
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
102
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
234
Bloom upon the Mountains, stated,
274
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
100
C
Candor, my tepid Friend,
302
Come slowly, Eden!
156
Could I but ride indefinite,
136
Could mortal lip divine
52
Crisis is sweet and, set of Heart
307
D
Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
20
Dear March, come in!
129
Death is a dialogue between
196
Death is like the insect
230
Death sets a thing significant
208
Delayed till she had ceased to know,
181
Delight becomes pictorial
26
Departed to the judgment,
182
Did the harebell loose her girdle
162
Distance is not the realm of Fox,
306
Doubt me, my dim companion!
146
Down Time's quaint stream
266
Drab habitation of whom?
139
Dropped into the Ether Acre!
286
Drowning is not so pitiful
50
Dust is the only secret,
300
E
Each life converges to some centre
34
Each that we lose takes part of us;
231
Eden is that old-fashioned House
301
Elijah's wagon knew no thill,
295
Elysium is as far as to
146
Essential oils are wrung:
215
Except the heaven had come so near,
33
Except the smaller size, no Lives are round,
257
Except to heaven, she is nought;
196
Exhilaration is the Breeze
260
Experiment to me
32
Exultation is the going
184
F
Faith is a fine invention
32
Fame is a fickle food
257
Far from love the Heavenly Father
251
Farther in summer than the birds,
102
Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
60
Father, I bring thee not myself—
172
Few get enough,—enough is one;
56
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture
61
Follow wise Orion
283
Forbidden fruit a flavor has
49
For Death,—or rather
285
For each ecstatic instant
22
Forever cherished be the tree
281
Frequently the woods are pink
98
From all the jails the boys and girls
56
From cocoon forth a butterfly
79
From us she wandered now a year
236
G
Give little anguish
313
Given in marriage unto thee
228
Glee! the great storm is over!
5
Glory is the bright tragic thing
263
Glowing is her Bonnet
280
God gave a loaf to every bird
31
God made a little gentian
105
God permits industrious angels
189
Going to heaven!
202
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him
259
Good night! which put the candle out?
37
Great streets of silence led away
223
H
Had this one day not been
310
Have you got a brook in your little heart
149
Heart not so heavy as mine
40
Heart, we will forget him!
172
He ate and drank the precious words
14
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
49
|"Heavenly Father," take to thee
298
He fumbles at your spirit
171
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow
36
He put the belt around my life
165
Her final summer was it
217
Her Grace is all she has
309
Her "Last Poems"
292
He touched me, so I live to know
174
High from the earth I heard a bird
132
His bill an auger is
135
His Cheek is his Biographer
298
His mind, of man a secret makes
264
Hope is a subtle glutton
48
Hope is the thing with feathers
19
How dare the robins sing
230
How destitute is he
306
How happy is the little stone
97
How many times these low feet staggered
186
How still the bells in steeples stand
51
How the old mountains drip with sunset
141
I
I bet with every Wind that blew, till Nature in chagrin
1
I breathed enough to learn the trick
1
I cannot live with you
1
I can't tell you, but you feel it
1
I can wade grief
1
I did not reach thee
1
I died for beauty, but was scarce
1
I dreaded that first robin so
1
I envy seas whereon he rides
1
If anybody's friend be dead
1
I felt a cleavage in my mind
1
I felt a funeral in my brain
1
If I can stop one heart from breaking
1
If I could tell how glad I was
1
If I may have it when it 's dead
1
If I should die
1
If I should n't be alive
1
I fit for them
1
I found the phrase to every thought
1
If pain for peace prepares
1
If recollecting were forgetting
1
If the foolish call them "flowers"
1
If tolling bell I ask the cause
1
If what we could were what we would
1
If you were coming in the fall
1
I gained it so
1
I gave myself to him
1
I had a daily bliss
1
I had a guinea golden
1
I had been hungry all the years
1
I had no cause to be awake
1
I had no time to hate, because
1
I have a king who does not speak
1
I have no life but this
1
I have not told my garden yet
1
I heard a fly buzz when I died
1
I held a jewel in my fingers
1
I hide myself within my flower
1
I know a place where summer strives
1
I know some lonely houses off the road
1
I know that he exists
1
I like a look of agony
1
I like to see it lap the miles
1
I lived on dread; to those who know
1
I live with him, I see his face
1
I 'll tell you how the sun rose
1
I lost a world the other day
1
I many times thought peace had come
1
I 'm ceded, I 've stopped being theirs
1
I meant to find her when I came
1
I meant to have but modest needs,
1
I measure every grief I meet
1
Immortal is an ample word
1
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell!
1
I'm nobody! Who are you?
1
I'm thinking of that other morn,
1
I'm wife; I've finished that,
1
I never heard the word " escape "
1
I never lost as much but twice,
1
I never saw a moor,
1
I never told the buried gold
1
In lands I never saw, they say,
1
I noticed people disappeared,
1
In winter, in my room,
1
I read my sentence steadily,
1
I reason, earth is short,
1
Is bliss, then, such abyss
1
I see thee better in the dark,
1
I send two Sunsets —
1
I shall know why, when time is over,
1
Is Heaven a physician?
1
I should have been too glad, I see,
1
I should not dare to leave my friend,
1
I showed her heights she never saw —
1
I sing to use the waiting,
1
I started early, took my dog,
1
I stepped from plank to plank
1
I taste a liquor never brewed,
1
It can't be summer,—that got through;
1
It dropped so low in my regard
1
I think just how my shape will rise
1
I think that the root of the Wind is Water,
1
I think the hemlock likes to stand
1
It makes no difference abroad,
1
It might be easier
1
I took my power in my hand
1
It's all I have to bring to-day
1
It sifts from leaden sieves,
1
It's like the light, —
1
It sounded as if the streets were running,
1
It's such a little thing to weep,
1
It struck me every day
1
It tossed and tossed, —
30
It was not death, for I stood up,
221
It was too late for man,
197
I’ve got an arrow here;
171
I’ve seen a dying eye
188
I watched her face to see which way
288
I went to heaven, —
208
I went to thank her,
187
I wish I knew that woman’s name,
237
I wonder if the sepulchre
244
I worked for chaff and earning wheat
65
I years had been from home,
44
Just lost when I was saved!
47
Just so, Jesus raps — He does not weary—
312
Lay this laurel on the one
225
Let down the bars, O Death!
201
Let me not mar that perfect dream
174
Life, and Death, and Giants
65
Lightly stepped a yellow star
279
Like brooms of steel
283
Like Men and Women shadows walk
272
Like mighty footlights burned the red
101
Like some old-fashioned miracle
279
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
116
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
185
Love is anterior to life,
167
Love reckons by itself alone,
305
Low at my problem bending,
289
March is the month of expectation,
275
Me! Come! My dazzled face
236
Mine enemy is growing old,—
38
Morning is the place for dew,
131
“Morning” means “Milking” to the Farmer
270
Morns like these we parted;
203
Much madness is divinest sense
9
Musicians wrestle everywhere:
46
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
184
My country need not change her gown,
32
My friend mast be a bird,
173
My life closed twice before its close;
1
My nosegays are for captives;
1
My river runs to thee:
1
My Wheel is in the dark,—
1
My worthiness is all my doubt,
1
Nature is what we see,
1
Nature rarer uses yellow
1
Nature, the gentlest mother,
1
New feet within my garden go,
1
No Autumn’s intercepting chill
1
No brigadier throughout the year
1
No matter where the Saints abide,
1
No other can reduce
1
No rack can torture me,
1
No romance sold unto,
1
Not any higher stands the grave
1
Not any sunny tone
1
Not in this world to see his face
1
Not knowing when the dawn will come
1
Not one by Heaven defrauded stay,
1
Not when we know
1
Not with a club the heart is broken,
1
Of all the souls that stand create
1
Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
1
Of bronze and blaze
1
Of Death the sharpest function,
1
Of so divine a loss
1
Of this is Day composed—
1
Of tribulation these are they
1
One blessing had I, than the rest
1
One day is there of the series
1
One dignity delays for all,
1
One need not be a chamber to be haunted, —
1
One of the ones that Midas touched,
1
One sister have I in our house,
1
On my volcano grows the grass, —
1
On such a night, or such a night,
1
On the bleakness of my lot
1
On this long storm the rainbow rose,
1
On this wondrous sea,
1
Our journey had advanced;
1
Our lives are Swiss,—
1
Our share of night to bear,
1
Pain has an element of blank;
1
Papa above! Regard a Mouse
1
Perception of an Object costs
1
Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?
1
Peril as a possession
1
Pigmy seraphs gone astray,
1
Pink, small, and punctual.I
1
Pompless no life can pass away;
1
Poor little heart!
1
Portraits are to daily faces
1
Prayer is the little implement
1
Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn
1
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
1
Read, sweet, how others strove,
1
“ Remember me,” implored the Thief —
1
Remembrance has a rear and front, —
1
Remorse is memory awake,
1
Reverse cannot befall the fine Prosperity
1
Safe Despair it is that raves,
1
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
1
She died at play,
1
She died, — this was the way she died;
1
She laid her docile crescent down,
1
She rose to his requirement, dropped
1
She slept beneath a tree
1
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
1
She went as quiet as the dew
1
Sleep is supposed to be,
1
So bashful when I spied her,
1
So, from the mould
1
Softened by Time’s consummate plush,
1
So gay a flower bereaved the mind
1
Some Days retired from the rest
1
Some keep the Sabbath going to church;.no
1
Some rainbow coming from the fair!.in
1
Some things that fly there be,—
1
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
1
So proud she was to die
1
So set its sun in thee,
1
Soul, wilt thou toss again?
1
South winds jostle them
1
“ Sown in dishonor ? ”
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Speech is a symptom of affection,
1
Split the lark and you ’ll find the music,
1
Step lightly on this narrow spotl
1
Summer begins to have the look,
1
Summer for thee grant I may be
1
Superfluous were the sun
1
Superiority to fate
1
Surgeons must be very careful
1
Sweet hours have perished here;
1
Sweet is the swamp with its secret,
1
Taken from men this morning,
1
Talk with prudence to a beggar
1
That I did always love,
1
That is solemn we have ended, —
1
That Love is all there is,
1
That she forgot me was the least,
1
That short, potential stir
1
That such have died enables us
1
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
1
The bee is not afraid of me,.in
1
The Bible is an antique volume
1
The blunder is to estimate,—
1
The body grows outside, —
1
The bone that has no marrow;
1
The brain is wider than the sky,
1
The brain within its groove
1
The bustle in a house
1
The butterfly obtains
1
The butterfly’s assumption-gown,
1
The clouds their backs together laid,
1
The cricket sang,
1
The daisy follows soft the sun,
1
The day came slow, till five o’clock,
1
The Devil, had he fidelity,
1
The difference between despair
1
The distance that the dead have gone
1
The Duties of the Wind are few
1
The dying need but little, dear,—
1
The Face we choose to miss,
1
The farthest thunder that I heard
1
The feet of people walking home
1
The Future never spoke,
1
The gentian weaves her fringes,
1
The gleam of an heroic act,
1
The grass so little has to do, —
1
The grave my little cottage is,
1
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar
1
The heart asks pleasure first,
1
The Hills erect their purple heads,
1
The incidents of Love
1
The inundation of the Spring
1
Their height in heaven comforts not,
1
The largest fire ever known
1
The last night that she lived,
1
The leaves, like women, interchange
1
The long sigh of the Frog
1
The Look of Thee, what is it like?
1
The luxury to apprehend
1
The missing All prevented me
1
The moon is distant from the sea,
1
The Moon upon her fluent route
1
The moon was but a chin of gold
1
The morns are meeker than they were,
1
The mountain sat upon the plain
1
The murmuring of bees has ceased;
1
The murmur of a bee
1
The mushroom is the elf of plants,
1
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized
1
The night was wide, and furnished scant
1
The Ones that disappeared are back,
1
The one that could repeat the summer day
1
The only ghost I ever saw
1
The overtakelessness of those
1
The past is such a curious creature,
1
The pedigree of honey
1
The props assist the house
1
The rat is the concisest tenant
1
There came a day at summer’s full
1
There came a wind like a bugle;
1
There is a flower that bees prefer,
1
There is another Loneliness
1
There is a shame of nobleness
1
There is a solitude of space,
1
There is a word
1
There is no frigate like a book
1
There’s a certain slant of light,
1
There’s been a death in the opposite house
1
There’s something quieter than sleep
1
The reticent volcano keeps
1
The right to perish might be thought
1
The robin is the one
1
The rose did caper on her cheek,
1
These are the days that Reindeer love
1
These are the days when birds come back,
1
The Sea said “ Come ” to the Brook,
1
The show is not the show,
1
The skies can’t keep their secret!
1
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
1
The soul selects her own society,
1
The soul should always stand ajar,
1
The Soul’s superior instants
1
The Soul that has a Guest,
1
The Soul unto itself
1
The spider as an artist
1
The springtime’s pallid landscape
1
The Stars are old, that stood for me—
1
The stimulus, beyond the grave
1
The suburbs of a secret
1
The sun just touched the morning;
1
The sun kept setting, setting still;
1
The sweets of Pillage can be known
1
The thought beneath so slight a film
1
The treason of an accent
1
The way I read a letter’s this:
1
The wind began to rock the grass
1
The Winds drew off
1
The wind tapped like a tired man,
1
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
1
They say that “ time assuages,” —
1
They won’t frown always, — some sweet day
1
This is my letter to the world,
1
This is the land the sunset washes,
1
This merit hath the worst,—
1
This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies,
1
This was in the white of the year,
1
This world is not conclusion;
1
Those final Creatures, — who they are —
1
Though I get home how late, how late!
1
Three weeks passed since I had seen her, —
1
Through lane it lay, through bramble,
1
Through the straight pass of suffering
1
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
1
’T is an honorable thought,
1
’T is little I could care for pearls
1
’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
1
’T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou
1
’T is whiter than an Indian pipe,
1
Title divine is mine
1
To be alive is power,
1
To-day or this noon
1
To fight aloud is very brave,
1
To hang our head ostensibly,
1
To hear an oriole sing
1
To help our bleaker parts
1
To know just how he suffered would be dear;
1
To learn the transport by the pain,
1
To lose one’s faith surpasses
1
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
1
To love thee, year by year,
1
To make a prairie it takes a clover
1
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
1
Too cold is this
1
To pile the Thunder to its close,
1
To see her is a picture,
1
To tell the beauty would decrease,
1
To the staunch Dust we safe commit thee;
1
To this apartment deep
1
To venerate the simple days
1
’T was a long parting, but the time
1
’T was comfort in her dying room
1
’T was just this time last year I died,
1
’T was later when the summer went
1
’T was such a little, little boat
1
Two butterflies went out at noon
1
Two lengths has every day,
1
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
1
Undue significance a starving man attaches
1
Unto my books so good to turn
1
Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
1
Victory comes late,
1
Volcanoes be in Sicily
1
Wait till the majesty of Death
1
Water is taught by thirst;
1
We cover thee, sweet face
1
We learn in the retreating
1
We like March, his shoes are purple,
1
We never know how high we are
1
We never know we go, — when we are going
1
Went up a year this evening!
1
We outgrow love like other things
1
We play at paste
1
We should not mind so small a flower,
1
We spy the Forests and the Hills,
1
We thirst at first, — ’t is Nature’s act;
1
What if I say I shall not wait?
1
What inn is this
1
What mystery pervades a well!
1
What soft, cherubic creatures
1
When Etna basks and purrs,
1
When I hoped I feared,
1
When I was small, a woman died
1
When night is almost done,
1
When roses cease to bloom, dear,
1
Where every bird is bold to go,
1
Where ships of purple gently toss
1
Whether my bark went down to sea,
1
While I was fearing it, it came,
1
Who has not found the heaven below
1
Who is it seeks my pillow nights?
1
Who never lost, are unprepared
1
Who never wanted, — maddest joy
1
Who robbed the woods,
1
“ Whose are the little beds,” I asked,
1
Who were “ the Father and the Son ” —
1
Wild nights!
1
Wild nights!
1
Will there really be a morning?
1
Witchcraft has not a pedigree,
1
Within my reach!
1
You cannot put a fire out;
1
You left me, sweet, two legacies, —
1
Your riches taught me poverty
1
You’ve seen balloons set, haven’t you?
1