Quote

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore A privilege I think.

Emily Dickinson

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Emily Dickinson
Age: 55 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 10
Died: 1886
Died: May 15
Poet
Writer
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Ai-mi-li Ti-chin-sen
Emilia Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Privilege
Mouldering
Meet
Antique
Century
Quaint
Pleasure
Antiques
Book
Wore
Think
Precious
Thinking
Dress
Dresses

More quotes by Emily Dickinson

Image
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer's corn Men eat of it and die.
Emily Dickinson
Image
To possess is past the instant we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly.
Emily Dickinson
Image
PRESENTIMENT is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
Emily Dickinson
Image
My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?
Emily Dickinson
Image
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit-Life!
Emily Dickinson
Image
You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!
Emily Dickinson
Image
Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.
Emily Dickinson
Image
We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-.
Emily Dickinson
Image
Nods from the Gilded pointers - Nods from the Seconds slim - Decades of Arrogance between The Dial life - And Him -
Emily Dickinson
Image
I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious
Emily Dickinson
Image
I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!
Emily Dickinson
Image
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity
Emily Dickinson
Image
March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now. We try to sham becoming firmness, But pompous joy Betrays us, as his first betrothal Betrays a boy.
Emily Dickinson
Image
That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious Tis almost consequence, Is the eclat of death.
Emily Dickinson
Image
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides
Emily Dickinson
Image
The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
Emily Dickinson
Image
I took one Draught of Life - I'll tell you what I paid - Precisely an existence - The market price, they said.
Emily Dickinson
Image
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.
Emily Dickinson