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Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde Assassin passes on -- The Sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another Day For an Approving God.
Emily Dickinson
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Not 'Revelation'-'tis that waits/ But our unfurnished eyes.
Emily Dickinson
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The Things that never can come back, are several- Childhood-some forms of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may sometimes make a Journey- And still abide-.
Emily Dickinson
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Home is the definition of God.
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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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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The Past is such a curious Creature To look her in the Face A Transport may receipt us Or a Disgrace-.
Emily Dickinson
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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.
Emily Dickinson
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Truth - is as old as God-.
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Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
Emily Dickinson
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Spring is the Period Express from God.
Emily Dickinson
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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
Emily Dickinson
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A Dominie in Gray-- Put gently up the evening Bars-- And led the flock away
Emily Dickinson
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My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -In Corners - till a DayThe Owner passed - identified -And carried Me away -And now We roam in Sovereign Woods -And now We hunt the Doe -And every time I speak for Him -The Mountains straight reply -
Emily Dickinson
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Existence has overpowered Books. Today I slew a Mushroom.
Emily Dickinson
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... 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.
Emily Dickinson
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Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true.
Emily Dickinson
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Publication - is the auction of the mind.
Emily Dickinson
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My love for those I love – not many – not very many, but don't I love them so?
Emily Dickinson
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Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.
Emily Dickinson
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These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.
Emily Dickinson
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The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.
Emily Dickinson
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Not if Their Party were waiting, Not if to talk with Me Were to Them now, Homesickness After Eternity.
Emily Dickinson
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Twin loaves of bread have just been born into the world under my auspices. Fine children, the image of their mother. And here, my dear friend, is the glory.
Emily Dickinson
