صفحه اصلی
گنجینه اشعار
موتور ترجمه
دایره المعارف دانشگاهی
زبان ها و گویش ها
امیلی دیکینسون
گنجینه
->
امیلی دیکینسون
->
اشعار
I measure every grief I meet
The Grass
I lost a World the other day!
A Precious Mouldering
The Bustle in a House
As if some little Arctic flower
A Bird, came down the Walk -
It's all I have to bring today
This was a PoetIt is That
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
The Return
Wild Nights
Success is counted sweetest
Let down the Bàrs, Oh Deàth -
The Robin is the One
Heart! We will forget him!
No Time to Hate
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
I NEVER saw a Moor--
To fight aloud, is very brave -
OF all the Sounds despatched abroad
A NARROW Fellow in the Grass
Becàuse I could not stop for Deàth
A ROUTE of Evanescence
Pain
We never know how high we are
I died for Beautybut was scarce
I know that He exists.
My life closed twice before its close;
Escape