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Quotes by Emily Dickinson
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. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!— filed under Books
Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.— filed under Drinking
Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But Microscopes are prudent In an emergency.— filed under Faith
The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die. S.— filed under Heart
Heaven means to be one with God. CONFUCIUS, quoted by CANON FARRAR. Sermons. Eternal Hopes. What Heaven Is. Last Line. And so upon this wise I prayed, - Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours But large enough for me.— filed under Heaven
Subsect. 13. Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur, you're straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.— filed under Insanity
the Bee. His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon!— filed under Insects-Bee
The Bee. The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.— filed under Insects-Bee
Post (Letters). Belshazzar Lad a letter, — He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall.— filed under Occupations-Painting
God preaches, a noted clergyman, And the sermon is never long; So instead of getting to heaven at last, I'm going all along.— filed under Occupations-Post
The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,- And that's the skies!— filed under Singers
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.— filed under Success
Out spoke the victor then, As he hail'd them o'er the wave, Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet, With the crews, at England's feet, And make submission meet To our King. CAMPBELL The Battle of the Baltic. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition So clear of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break agonized and clear.— filed under Victory