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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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God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.
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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You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!
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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Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,-Life!
Emily Dickinson
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Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.
Emily Dickinson
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The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies!
Emily Dickinson
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We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
Emily Dickinson
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An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.
Emily Dickinson
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I know some lonely houses off the road A robber'd like the look of,-- Wooden barred, And windows hanging low
Emily Dickinson
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A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
Emily Dickinson
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The dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the grass, And winter instantly becomes An infinite alas.
Emily Dickinson
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There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.
Emily Dickinson
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The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
Emily Dickinson
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Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity of doom.
Emily Dickinson
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A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
Emily Dickinson
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Love - thou art Veiled - A few - behold thee - Smile - and alter - and prattle - and die - Bliss - were an Oddity - without thee - Nicknamed by God - Eternity -
Emily Dickinson
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Answer July- Where is the Bee- Where is the Blush- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July- Where is the Seed- Where is the Bud- Where is the May- Answer Thee-Me-
Emily Dickinson
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That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious Tis almost consequence, Is the eclat of death.
Emily Dickinson
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Spring is the Period Express from God.
Emily Dickinson
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God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.
Emily Dickinson
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What Soft--Cherubic Creatures-- These Gentlewomen are-- One would as soon assault a Plush-- Or violate a Star
Emily Dickinson
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A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.
Emily Dickinson
