Category Archives: Emily Dickinson on Life
- Emily Dickinson – CXVIII – IT dropped so low in my regard
- Emily Dickinson – CXVII – I HAVE a king who does not speak
- Emily Dickinson – CXVI – I MEASURE every grief I meet
- Emily Dickinson – CXV – FINITE to fail, but infinite to venture
- Emily Dickinson – CXIV – FATE slew him, but he did not drop
- Emily Dickinson – CXIII – ASHES denote that fire was
- Emily Dickinson – CXII – ARE friends delight or pain?
- Emily Dickinson – CXI – A DOOR just opened on a street
- Emily Dickinson – CX – ON the bleakness of my lot
- Emily Dickinson – CIX – THE farthest thunder that I heard