Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Poetry
Page / English 9
Biography
A clock stopped (#287)
The soul selects her own
society (#303)
Because I could not stop for
death
(712)
After a great pain (#341)
I died for beauty (#449)
I taste a liquor never brewed
A
narrow Fellow in the Grass (#986)
We Grow Accustomed to the
Dark