The Collected Emotions of
EMILY DICKINSON
Joy Anger Disgust Sadness Fear
The NRC Word-Emotion association (is) A List English Words Their Associations Eight Basic Emotions
(anger, fear, anticipation, trust, surprise, sadness, joy, and disgust) Annotations Manually Done Crowdsourcing.
I taste a liquor never brewed(214) I taste a liquor never brewed – From Tankards scooped in Pearl – Not all the Frankfort Berries Yield such an Alcohol! Inebriate of air – am I – And Debauchee of Dew – Reeling – thro’ endless summer days – From inns of molten Blue – When “Landlords” turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove’s door – When Butterflies – renounce their “drams” – I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – And Saints – to windows run – To see the little Tippler Leaning against the – Sun!
I taste a liquor never brewed (214)
I taste a liquor never brewed (214)
Disgust.
I taste a liquor never brewed (214) Sadness
Joy Sadness Disgust Anger Anger
Trust
Anticipation
I taste a liquor never brewed(214)
Success is counted sweetest(112)
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 today Can tell the definition So clear of victory As he defeated – dying – On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear!
Success is counted sweetest (112)
Success is counted sweetest (112)
Sadness.
Success is counted sweetest (112) Anticipation Trust
Anticipation Sadness Disgust Joy
Success is counted sweetest (112)
Wild nights - Wild nights! (269)
Wild nights - Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile - the winds To a Heart in port Done with the Compass Done with the Chart! Rowing in Eden Ah - the Sea! Might I but moor - tonight In thee!
Wild nights wild nights! (269)
Wild nights - Wild nights! (269)
Fear.
Wild nights - Wild nights! (269) Surprise Surprise Surprise Joy Sadness Trust Trust
Wild nights - Wild nights! (269)
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340) I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space - began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race, Wrecked, solitary, here And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing - then -
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)
Disgust.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340) Sadness
Sadness Sadness
Joy Fear Sadness Anger
Fear
Anticipation
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)
I’m Nobody! Who are you?(260)
I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
I’m Nobody! Who are you? (260)
I’m Nobody! Who are you?(260)
Disgust.
I’m Nobody! Who are you?(260)
Sadness Anticipation
I’m Nobody! Who are you?(260)