Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson I tasted - careless - then - Emily Dickinson easier wine world Superiority to Fate Is difficult to gain 'Tis not conferred of Any But possible to earn. Emily Dickinson fate gains luck My Faith is larger than the Hills— So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the Sun the way— 'Tis first He steps upon the Vane— And then — upon the Hill— And then abroad the World He go To do His Golden Will— And if His Yellow feet should miss— The Bird would not arise— The Flowers would slumber on their Stems— No Bells have Paradise— How dare I, therefore, stint a faith On which so vast depends— Lest Firmament should fail for me— The Rivet in the Bands Emily Dickinson purple flower faith A Letter is a Joy of Earth - It is denied the Gods Emily Dickinson earth letters joy To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Wo— Who win, and nations do not see— Who fall — and none observe — Whose dying eyes, no Country Regards with patriot love— We trust, in plumed procession For such, the Angels go— Rank after Rank, with even feet— And Uniforms of Snow. Emily Dickinson eye country fall I dwell in Possibility A fairer house than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior — for Doors. Emily Dickinson house doors window There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death. Emily Dickinson distance hurt winter No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings. Emily Dickinson sky wings bird Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. Emily Dickinson land sea bird He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust. Emily Dickinson poverty dust spirit Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest. Emily Dickinson portraits sunshine west A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to inspect, His knowledge to unfold On what concerns our mutual mind, The literature of old. Emily Dickinson book hands thinking Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. Emily Dickinson horse children school Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear! Emily Dickinson autumn bears mind The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief. Emily Dickinson grief sweet integrity IMMORTAL is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'Tis a necessity. Emily Dickinson immortal immortality needs Mirth is the Mail of Anguish -- Emily Dickinson anguish mirth mail Such is the force of Happiness-- The Least can lift a ton Assisted by its stimulus. Emily Dickinson stimulus force happiness A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. Emily Dickinson temperature friends mind Nods from the Gilded pointers - Emily Dickinson slim arrogance life
