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Poems by - Emily Dickinson

What inn is this

By Emily Dickinson

When night is almost done

By Emily Dickinson

It was not death, for I stood up

By Emily Dickinson

Read, sweet, how others strove

By Emily Dickinson

I should not dare to leave my friend

By Emily Dickinson

Pain has an element of blank

By Emily Dickinson

Great streets of silence led away

By Emily Dickinson

I taste a liquor never brewed

By Emily Dickinson

A throe upon the features

By Emily Dickinson

He ate and drank the precious words

By Emily Dickinson

Of tribulation these are they

By Emily Dickinson

I had no time to hate, because

By Emily Dickinson

1825-1836