Author:Emily Dickinson/100-199


 * A science—so the Savants say -100-
 * Will there really be a "Morning"? -101-
 * Great Caesar! Condescend -102-
 * I have a King, who does not speak— -103-
 * Where I have lost, I softer tread— -104-
 * To hang our head—ostensibly— -105-
 * The Daisy follows soft the Sun— -106-
 * 'Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! -107-
 * Surgeons must be very careful -108-
 * By a flower—By a letter— -109-
 * Artists wrestled here! -110-
 * The Bee is not afraid of me -111-
 * Where bells no more affright the morn— -112-
 * Our share of night to bear— -113-
 * Good night, because we must -114-
 * What Inn is this -115-
 * I had some things that I called mine— -116-
 * In rags mysterious as these -117-
 * My friend attacks my friend! -118-
 * Talk with prudence to a Beggar -119-
 * If this is "fading" -120-
 * As Watchers hang upon the East -121-
 * A something in a summer's Day -122-
 * Many cross the Rhine -123-
 * In lands I never saw—they say -124-
 * For each ecstatic instant -125-
 * To fight aloud, is very brave— -126-
 * "Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me— -127-
 * Bring me the sunset in a cup -128-
 * Cocoon above! Cocoon below! -129-
 * These are the days when Birds come back— -130-
 * Besides the Autumn poets sing -131-
 * I bring an unaccustomed wine -132-
 * As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" -133-
 * Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower -134-
 * Water, is taught by thirst -135-
 * Have you got a Brook in your little heart -136-
 * Flowers—Well—if anybody -137-
 * Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— -138-
 * Soul, Wilt thou toss again? -139-
 * An altered look about the hills— -140-
 * Some, too fragile for winter winds -141-
 * Whose are the little beds, I asked -142-
 * For every Bird a Nest— -143-
 * She bore it till the simple veins -144-
 * This heart that broke so long— -145-
 * On such a night, or such a night -146-
 * Bless God, he went as soldiers -147-
 * All overgrown by cunning moss -148-
 * She went as quiet as the Dew -149-
 * She died—this was the way she died -150-
 * Mute thy Coronation— -151-
 * The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low! -152-
 * Dust is the only Secret— -153-
 * Except to Heaven, she is nought -154-
 * The Murmur of a Bee -155-
 * You love me—you are sure— -156-
 * Musicians wrestle everywhere— -157-
 * Dying! Dying in the night! -158-
 * A little bread—a crust—a crumb— -159-
 * Just lost, when I was saved! -160-
 * A feather from the Whippoorwill -161-
 * My River runs to thee— -162-
 * Tho' my destiny be Fustian— -163-
 * Mama never forgets her birds -164-
 * A wounded Deer - leaps highest - -165-
 * I met a King this afternoon! -166-
 * To learn the Transport by the Pain -167-
 * If the foolish, call them "flowers"— -168-
 * In Ebon Box, when years have flown -169-
 * Portraits are to daily faces -170-
 * Wait till the Majesty of Death -171-
 * 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! -172-
 * A fuzzy fellow, without feet -173-
 * At last, to be identified! -174-
 * I have never seen "Volcanoes"— -175-
 * I'm the little "Heart's Ease"! -176-
 * Ah, Necromancy Sweet! -177-
 * I cautious, scanned my little life— -178-
 * If I could bribe them by a Rose -179-
 * As if some little Arctic flower -180-
 * I lost a World - the other day! -181-
 * If I shouldn't be alive -182-
 * I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes -183-
 * A transport one cannot contain -184-
 * "Faith" is a fine invention -185-
 * What shall I do—it whimpers so— -186-
 * How many times these low feet staggered— -187-
 * Make me a picture of the sun— -188-
 * It's such a little thing to weep— -189-
 * He was weak, and I was strong—then— -190-
 * The Skies can't keep their secret! -191-
 * Poor little Heart! -192-
 * I shall know why—when Time is over— -193-
 * On this long storm the Rainbow rose— -194-
 * For this—accepted Breath— -195-
 * We don't cry—Tim and I -196-
 * Morning—is the place for Dew— -197-
 * An awful Tempest mashed the air— -198-
 * I'm "wife"—I've finished that— -199-