Poems, Series 3

Subscribe for ad free access & additional features for teachers. Authors: 267, Books: 3,607, Poems & Short Stories: 4,435, Forum Members: 71,154, Forum Posts: 1,238,602, Quizzes: 344 Prelude IT's all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget,-- Some one the sum could tell,-- This, and my heart, and all the bees Which in the clover dwell. About Emily Dickinson Text Summary Prelude Preface I. Life I. Real Riches. II. Superiority to Fate. III. Hope. IV. Forbidden Fruit. I. V. Forbidden Fruit. II. VI. A Word. VII. To venerate the simple days VIII. Life's Trades. IX. Drowning is not so pitiful X. How still the bells in steeples stand XI. If the foolish call them 'flowers,' XII. A Syllable. XIII. Parting. XIV. Aspiration. XV. The Inevitable. XVI. A Book. XVII. Who has not found the heaven below XVIII. A Portrait. XIX. I Had a Guinea Golden. XX. Saturday Afternoon. XXI. Few get enough, -- enough is one XXII. Upon the gallows hung a wretch XXIII. The Lost Thought. XXIV. Reticence. XXV. With Flowers. XXVI. The farthest thunder that I heard XXVII. On the bleakness of my lot XXVIII. Contrast. XXIX. Friends. XXX. Fire. XXXI. A Man. XXXII. Ventures. XXXIII. Griefs. XXXIV. I have a king who does not speak XXXV. Disenchantment. XXXVI. Lost Faith. XXXVII. Lost Joy. XXXVIII. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat XXXIX. Life, and Death, and Giants XL. Alpine Glow. XLI. Remembrance. XLII. To hang our head ostensibly XLIII. The Brain. XLIV. The bone that has no marrow XLV. The Past. XLVI. To help our bleaker parts XLVII. What soft, cherubic creatures XLVIII. Desire. XLIX. Philosophy. L. Power. LI. A modest lot, a fame petite LII. Is bliss, then, such abyss LIII. Experience. LIV. Thanksgiving Day. LV. Childish Griefs. II. Love I. Consecration. II. Love's Humility. III. Love. IV. Satisfied. V. With a Flower. VI. Song. VII. Loyalty. VIII. To lose thee, sweeter than to gain IX. Poor little heart! X. Forgotten. XI. I've got an arrow here XII. The Master. XIII. Heart, we will forget him! XIV. Father, I bring thee not myself XV. We outgrow love like other things XVI. Not with a club the heart is broken XVII. Who? XVIII. He touched me, so I live to know XIX. Dreams. XX. Numen Lumen. XXI. Longing. XXII. Wedded. III. Nature I. Nature's Changes. II. The Tulip. III. A light exists in spring IV. The Waking Year. V. To March. VI. March. VII. Dawn. VIII. A murmur in the trees to note IX. Morning is the place for dew X. To my quick ear the leaves conferred XI. A Rose. XII. High from the earth I heard a bird XIII. Cobwebs. XIV. A Well. XV. To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee XVI. The Wind. XVII. A dew sufficed itself XVIII. The Woodpecker. XIX. A Snake. XX. Could I but ride indefinite XXI. The Moon. XXII. The Bat. XXIII. The Balloon. XXIV. Evening. XXV. Cocoon. XXVI. Sunset. XXVII. Aurora. XXVIII. The Coming of Night. XXIX. Aftermath. IV. Time and Eternity I. This world is not conclusion II. We learn in the retreating III. They say that 'time assuages,' IV. We cover thee, sweet face V. Ending. VI. The stimulus, beyond the grave VII. Given in marriage unto thee VIII. That such have died enables us IX. They won't frown always X. Immortality. XI. The distance that the dead have gone XII. How dare the robins sing XIII. Death. XIV. Unwarned. XV. Each that we lose takes part of us XVI. Not any higher stands the grave XVII. Asleep. XVIII. The Spirit. XIX. The Monument. XX. Bless God, he went as soldiers XXI. Immortal is an ample word XXII. Where every bird is bold to go XXIII. The grave my little cottage is XXIV. This was in the white of the year XXV. Sweet hours have perished here XXVI. Me! Come! My dazzled face XXVII. Invisible. XXVIII. I wish I knew that woman's name XXIX. Trying to Forget. XXX. I felt a funeral in my brain XXXI. I meant to find her when I came XXXII. Waiting. XXXIII. A sickness of this world it most occasions XXXIV. Superfluous were the sun XXXV. So proud she was to die XXXVI. Farewell. XXXVII. The dying need but little, dear XXXVIII. Dead. XXXIX. The soul should always stand ajar XL. Three weeks passed since I had seen her XLI. I breathed enough to learn the trick XLII. I wonder if the sepulchre XLIII. Joy in Death. XLIV. If I may have it when it's dead XLV. Before the ice is in the pools XLVI. Dying. XLVII. Adrift! A little boat adrift! XLVIII. There's been a death in the opposite house XLIX. We never know we go, -- when we are going L. The Soul's Storm. LI. Water is taught by thirst LII. Thirst. LIII. A clock stopped -- not the mantel's LIV. Charlotte Bront 's Grave. LV. A toad can die of light! LVI. Far from love the Heavenly Father LVII. Sleeping. LVIII. Retrospect. LIX. Eternity. Sorry, no summary available yet. 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