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She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
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Not if Their Party were waiting, Not if to talk with Me Were to Them now, Homesickness After Eternity.
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It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.
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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-
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The hearts that never lean must fall.
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That no Flake of snow fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.
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These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.
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Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
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The dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the grass, And winter instantly becomes An infinite alas.
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The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise-.
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God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.
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To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
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What shall we do my darling, when trial grows more, and more, when the dim, lone light expires, and it's dark, so very dark, and we wander, and know not where, and cannot get out of the forest - whose is the hand to help us, and to lead, and forever guide us? ... Where do you think I've strayed and from what new errand returned. I have come from to and fro, and walking up and down the same place that Satan hailed from when God asked where he'd been.
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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.
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The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.
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A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
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Each that we lose takes a part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.
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Then, as horizons step, Or noons report away,Without the formula of sound, It passes, and we stay:A quality of loss Affecting our content.
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What Soft--Cherubic Creatures-- These Gentlewomen are-- One would as soon assault a Plush-- Or violate a Star
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I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true - men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe
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You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.
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God is indeed a jealous God. He cannot bear to see, that we had rather not with him, but with each other play.
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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
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Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true.