{"product_id":"2940015752045","title":"The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson","description":"Collection of Poems by Emily Dickinson\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIndex of First Lines\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA bird came down the walk:\u003cbr\u003eA charm invests a face\u003cbr\u003eA clock stopped — not the mantel's;\u003cbr\u003eA death-blow is a life-blow to some\u003cbr\u003eA deed knocks first at thought,\u003cbr\u003eA dew sufficed itself\u003cbr\u003eA door just opened on a street —\u003cbr\u003eA drop fell on the apple tree,\u003cbr\u003eA face devoid of love or grace,\u003cbr\u003eA lady red upon the hill\u003cbr\u003eA light exists in spring\u003cbr\u003eA little road not made of man,\u003cbr\u003eA long, long sleep, a famous sleep\u003cbr\u003eA modest lot, a fame petite,\u003cbr\u003eA murmur in the trees to note,\u003cbr\u003eA narrow fellow in the grass\u003cbr\u003eA poor torn heart, a tattered heart,\u003cbr\u003eA precious, mouldering pleasure 't is\u003cbr\u003eA route of evanescence\u003cbr\u003eA sepal, petal, and a thorn\u003cbr\u003eA shady friend for torrid days\u003cbr\u003eA sickness of this world it most occasions\u003cbr\u003eA sloop of amber slips away\u003cbr\u003eA solemn thing it was, I said,\u003cbr\u003eA something in a summer's day,\u003cbr\u003eA spider sewed at night\u003cbr\u003eA thought went up my mind to-day\u003cbr\u003eA throe upon the features\u003cbr\u003eA toad can die of light!\u003cbr\u003eA word is dead\u003cbr\u003eA wounded deer leaps highest,\u003cbr\u003eAdrift! A little boat adrift!\u003cbr\u003eAfraid? Of whom am I afraid?\u003cbr\u003eAfter a hundred years\u003cbr\u003eAll overgrown by cunning moss,\u003cbr\u003eAlter? When the hills do.\u003cbr\u003eAmple make this bed.\u003cbr\u003eAn altered look about the hills;\u003cbr\u003eAn awful tempest mashed the air,\u003cbr\u003eAn everywhere of silver,\u003cbr\u003eAngels in the early morning\u003cbr\u003eApparently with no surprise\u003cbr\u003eArcturus is his other name, —\u003cbr\u003eAre friends delight or pain?\u003cbr\u003eAs by the dead we love to sit,\u003cbr\u003eAs children bid the guest good-night,\u003cbr\u003eAs far from pity as complaint,\u003cbr\u003eAs if some little Arctic flower,\u003cbr\u003eAs imperceptibly as grief\u003cbr\u003eAshes denote that fire was;\u003cbr\u003eAt half-past three a single bird\u003cbr\u003eAt last to be identified!\u003cbr\u003eAt least to pray is left, is left.\u003cbr\u003eBecause I could not stop for Death,\u003cbr\u003eBefore I got my eye put out,\u003cbr\u003eBefore the ice is in the pools,\u003cbr\u003eBefore you thought of spring,\u003cbr\u003eBelshazzar had a letter, —\u003cbr\u003eBereaved of all, I went abroad,\u003cbr\u003eBesides the autumn poets sing,\u003cbr\u003eBlazing in gold and quenching in purple,\u003cbr\u003eBless God, he went as soldiers,\u003cbr\u003eBring me the sunset in a cup,\u003cbr\u003eCome slowly, Eden!\u003cbr\u003eCould I but ride indefinite,\u003cbr\u003eCould mortal lip divine\u003cbr\u003eDare you see a soul at the white heat?\u003cbr\u003eDear March, come in!\u003cbr\u003eDeath is a dialogue between\u003cbr\u003eDeath is like the insect\u003cbr\u003eDeath sets a thing significant\u003cbr\u003eDelayed till she had ceased to know,\u003cbr\u003eDelight becomes pictorial\u003cbr\u003eDeparted to the judgment,\u003cbr\u003eDid the harebell loose her girdle\u003cbr\u003eDoubt me, my dim companion!\u003cbr\u003eDrab habitation of whom?\u003cbr\u003eDrowning is not so pitiful\u003cbr\u003eEach life converges to some centre\u003cbr\u003eEach that we lose takes part of us;\u003cbr\u003eElysium is as far as to\u003cbr\u003eEssential oils are wrung:\u003cbr\u003eExcept the heaven had come so near,\u003cbr\u003eExcept to heaven, she is nought;\u003cbr\u003eExperiment to me\u003cbr\u003eExultation is the going\u003cbr\u003eFar from love the Heavenly Father\u003cbr\u003eFarther in summer than the birds,\u003cbr\u003eFate slew him, but he did not drop;\u003cbr\u003eFather, I bring thee not myself, —\u003cbr\u003eFew get enough, — enough is one;\u003cbr\u003eFinite to fail, but infinite to venture.\u003cbr\u003eFor each ecstatic instant\u003cbr\u003eForbidden fruit a flavor has\u003cbr\u003eFrequently the woods are pink,\u003cbr\u003eFrom all the jails the boys and girls\u003cbr\u003eFrom cocoon forth a butterfly\u003cbr\u003eFrom us she wandered now a year,\u003cbr\u003eGiven in marriage unto thee,\u003cbr\u003eGlee! The great storm is over!\u003cbr\u003eGod gave a loaf to every bird,\u003cbr\u003eGod made a little gentian;\u003cbr\u003eGod permits industrious angels\u003cbr\u003eGoing to heaven!\u003cbr\u003e\"Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him —\u003cbr\u003eGood night! which put the candle out?\u003cbr\u003eGreat streets of silence led away\u003cbr\u003eHave you got a brook in your little heart,\u003cbr\u003eHe ate and drank the precious words,\u003cbr\u003eHe fumbles at your spirit\u003cbr\u003eHe preached upon \"breadth\" till it argued him narrow, —\u003cbr\u003eHe put the belt around my life, —\u003cbr\u003eHe touched me, so I live to know\u003cbr\u003eHeart not so heavy as mine,\u003cbr\u003eHeart, we will forget him!\u003cbr\u003eHeaven is what I cannot reach!\u003cbr\u003eHer final summer was it,\u003cbr\u003eHigh from the earth I heard a bird;\u003cbr\u003eHis bill an auger is,\u003cbr\u003eHope is a subtle glutton;\u003cbr\u003eHope is the thing with feathers\u003cbr\u003eHow dare the robins sing,\u003cbr\u003eHow happy is the little stone\u003cbr\u003eHow many times these low feet staggered,\u003cbr\u003eHow still the bells in steeples stand,\u003cbr\u003eHow the old mountains drip with sunset,\u003cbr\u003eI asked no other thing,\u003cbr\u003eI breathed enough to learn the trick,\u003cbr\u003eI bring an unaccustomed wine\u003cbr\u003eI can wade grief,\u003cbr\u003eI cannot live with you,\u003cbr\u003eI died for beauty, but was scarce\u003cbr\u003eI dreaded that first robin so,\u003cbr\u003eI envy seas whereon he rides,\u003cbr\u003eI felt a clearing in my mind\u003cbr\u003eI felt a funeral in my brain,\u003cbr\u003eI found the phrase to every thought\u003cbr\u003eI gained it so,\u003cbr\u003eI gave myself to him,\u003cbr\u003eI had a daily bliss\u003cbr\u003eI had a guinea golden;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd More","brand":"qasim idrees","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47080972845296,"sku":"2940015752045","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940015752045_p0.jpg?v=1763624259","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015752045","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}