Category Archives: Poems by Emily Dickinson

Triumph may be of several kinds. There ‘s triumph in the room When that old imperator, Death, By faith is overcome. There ‘s triumph of the finer mind When truth, Continue Reading →

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell Continue Reading →