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The page of Dickinson, Emily, English Works

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Dickinson, Emily
(1830–1886)

Works

Fame of Myself, to justify (Hungarian)
I found the words to every thought (Hungarian)
It was too late for Man (Hungarian)
'Hope' is the thing with feathers (Hungarian)
'T was such a little — little boat (Hungarian)
"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach (Hungarian)
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me— (Hungarian)
"Nature" is what we see (Hungarian)
“Faith” is a fine invention (Hungarian)
A Bird came down the Walk (328) (Hungarian)
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky (Hungarian)
A curious Cloud surprised the Sky (Hungarian)
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some (Hungarian)
A door just opened on a street (Hungarian)
A great Hope fell (Hungarian)
A House upon the Height (Hungarian)
A lane of Yellow led the eye (Hungarian)
A little Dog that wags his tail (Hungarian)
A little Madness in the Spring (Hungarian)
A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep — (Hungarian)
A narrow Fellow in the Grass (986) (Hungarian)
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring (Hungarian)
A science — so the Savants say, (Hungarian)
A toad can die of light (Hungarian)
After great pain, a formal feeling comes (341) (Hungarian)
As imperceptibly as Grief (1540) (Hungarian)
Because I could not stop for Death (712) (German, Hungarian)
Behind Me—dips Eternity (Hungarian)
Between the form of Life and Life (Hungarian)
Conjecturing a Climate (Hungarian)
Crumbling is not an instant's Act (Hungarian)
Death is like the insect (Hungarian)
Eden is that old-fashioned House (Hungarian)
Emily Dickinson Parody (Hungarian)
Fame is a fickle food (Hungarian)
Forbidden fruit a flavor has (Hungarian)
Funny—to be a Century (Hungarian)
God gave a Loaf to every Bird (Hungarian)
He ate and drank the precious Words — (Hungarian)
He touched me, so I live to know (Hungarian)
How happy is the little Stone (Hungarian)
I died for beauty (Hungarian)
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280) (Hungarian)
I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died (465) (Hungarian)
I'm Nobody! Who are you? (288) (Hungarian)
I measure every Grief I meet (Hungarian)
I never lost as much but twice (49) (Hungarian)
I never saw a moor (Hungarian)
I reason, Earth is short (301) (German, Hungarian)
I reckon—when I count it all (Hungarian)
I should not dare to leave my friend (Hungarian)
I started Early – Took my Dog – (656) (Hungarian)
I taste a liquor never brewed (Hungarian)
I went to Heaven (374) (Hungarian)
If it had no pencil (Hungarian)
If you were coming in the fall (Hungarian)
Impossibility, like Wine (Hungarian)
It might be lonelier (405) (Hungarian)
It sifts from Leaden Sieves (311) (Hungarian)
It's all I have to bring today (Hungarian)
It's easy to invent a Life (Hungarian)
Luck is not chance (Hungarian)
Much Madness is divinest Sense (Hungarian)
My life closed twice before its close — (Hungarian)
Nature, the gentlest mother (a poem for kids) (Hungarian)
On my volcano grows the Grass (Hungarian)
One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted (Hungarian)
Over the fence — (Hungarian)
Pain — has an Element of Blank (Hungarian)
Perhaps I asked too large — (Hungarian)
Revolution is the Pod (Hungarian)
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers (216) (Hungarian)
Size Circumscribes—it Has No Room (Hungarian)
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth (Hungarian)
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church (Hungarian)
Success is counted sweetest (112) (Hungarian)
Tell all the truth but tell it slant (Hungarian)
The Brain, within its Groove (Hungarian)
The Butterfly Obtains Little Sympathy (Hungarian)
The Chemical conviction (Hungarian)
The Color of the Grave is Green — (Hungarian)
The Devil - had he fidelity (Hungarian)
The difference between Despair (305) (Hungarian)
The Fingers of the Light (Hungarian)
The going from a world we know (Hungarian)
THE HEART asks pleasure first (Hungarian)
The inundation of the Spring (Hungarian)
The Lady feeds Her little Bird (Hungarian)
The Lamp burns sure—within— (Hungarian)
The Leaves like Women interchange (Hungarian)
The Moon is distant from the Sea (Hungarian)
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold (Hungarian)
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants (Hungarian)
The Outer—from the Inner (Hungarian)
The Road was lit with Moon and star (Hungarian)
The Soul selects her own Society (303) [audio] (Hungarian, Italian)
The Soul unto itself (Hungarian)
The Soul's Superior instants (306) (Hungarian)
The spry Arms of the Wind (Hungarian)
The World – a trumped-up Forest (Could have been written by Emily Dickinson) (Hungarian)
There is another Loneliness (Hungarian)
There Is Another Sky (Hungarian)
There is no Frigate like a Book (Hungarian)
There's a certain Slant of light (258) (Hungarian, Italian)
They shut me up in Prose — (Hungarian)
To make a prairie (Hungarian)
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch (414) (Hungarian)
Victory comes late – (Hungarian)
Volcanoes be in Sicily (Hungarian)
Water, is taught by thirst (Hungarian)
We can but follow to the Sun— (Hungarian)
We do not play on Graves (Hungarian)
We dream — it is good we are dreaming — (Hungarian)
We grow accustomed to the Dark – (Hungarian)
We never know how high we are (Hungarian)
We outgrow love, like other things (Hungarian)
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures (401) (Hungarian)
Wild Nights -- Wild Nights! (249) (Hungarian)
Will there really be a "Morning"? (Hungarian)
Winter is good — his Hoar Delights (Hungarian)
Yesterday is History (Hungarian)

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