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Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
Emily Dickinson
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We trust in plumed procession For such the angels go Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow.
Emily Dickinson
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We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—
Emily Dickinson
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My business is circumference.
Emily Dickinson
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To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.
Emily Dickinson
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My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June - and in it are my friends - every one of them.
Emily Dickinson
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Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
Emily Dickinson
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You remember my ideal cat has always a huge rat in its mouth, just going out of sight - though going out of sight in itself has a peculiar pleasure.
Emily Dickinson
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The Brain is just the weight of God-- For--Heft them--Pound for Pound-- And they will differ--if they do-- As Syllable from Sound
Emily Dickinson
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The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise-.
Emily Dickinson
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I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf.
Emily Dickinson
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Victory comes late-- And is held low to freezing lips-- Too rapt with frost To take it
Emily Dickinson
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Which Anguish was the utterest--then-- To perish, or to live?
Emily Dickinson
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They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.
Emily Dickinson
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I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
Emily Dickinson
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To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.
Emily Dickinson
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Remorse is cureless--the Disease Not even God--can heal-- For 'tis His institution--and The Adequate of Hell
Emily Dickinson
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Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing.
Emily Dickinson
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The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?
Emily Dickinson
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Home is the definition of God.
Emily Dickinson
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When we say gender is performed, we usually mean that weve taken on a role or were acting in some way and that our acting or our role playing is crucial to the gender that we are and the gender that we present to the world.
Emily Dickinson
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Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Emily Dickinson
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The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.
Emily Dickinson
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Knew I how to pray, to intercede for your broken Foot were intuitive - but I am but a Pagan.
Emily Dickinson
