Emily Dickinson (1799 Poems)
Index Page # 14 (poems : 651 - 700 )
- I Went To Heaven,--
- I Went To Thank Her
- I Worked For Chaff And Earning Wheat
- I Would Distil A Cup
- I Would Not Paint-a Picture
- I Years Had Been From Home,
- I'd Rather Recollect A Setting
- Ideals Are The Fairly Oil
- If All The Griefs I Am To Have
- If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing
- If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
- If Blame Be My Side-forfeit Me
- If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head
- If He Dissolve-then-there Is Nothing
- If He Were Living-dare I Ask
- If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking,
- If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose
- If I May Have It, When It's Dead
- If I Should Cease To Bring A Rose
- If I Should Die
- If I Shouldn't Be Alive
- If I'm Lost-now
- If It Had No Pencil
- If My Bark Sink
- If Nature Smiles-the Mother Must
- If Pain For Peace Prepares
- If Recollecting Were Forgetting
- If She Had Been The Mistletoe
- If The Foolish, Call Them 'flowers'
- If This Is 'fading'
- If Those I Loved Were Lost
- If What We Could-were What We Would
- If Wrecked Upon The Shoal Of Thought
- If You Were Coming In The Fall,
- If Your Nerve, Deny You
- I'll Clutch-and Clutch
- I'll Send The Feather From My Hat!
- I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose, --
- I'm Ceded-i've Stopped Being Theirs
- I'm Nobody! Who Are You?
- I'm Saying Every Day
- I'm Sorry For The Dead-today
- I'm The Little 'heart's Ease'
- I'm 'wife'-i've Finished That
- Image Of Light, Adieu-
- Immortal Is An Ample Word
- Immured In Heaven!
- Impossibility, Like Wine
- In Ebon Box, When Years Have Flown
- In Falling Timbers Buried
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