Emily Dickinson Quotes with printable bookmarks

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The cavalry of woe.

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.

I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,—
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep eternity!

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee

Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,
With a bobolink for a chorister,
And an orchard for a dome.

The grass so little has to do,—
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain

There is a flower that bees prefer,
And butterflies desire;
To gain the purple democrat
The humming-birds aspire.

A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.

I'll tell you how the sun rose,—
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us—don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all

Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!

How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And doesn't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears

An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,—
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.

Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat

Morning is the place for dew,
Corn is made at noon,
After dinner light for flowers,
Dukes for setting sun!