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As Summer into Autumn slips And yet we sooner say "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest We turn the sun away, And almost count it an Affront The presence to concede Of one however lovely, not The one that we have loved - So we evade the charge of Years On one attempting shy The Circumvention of the Shaft Of Life's Declivity.
Emily Dickinson
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I'll tell you how the Sun rose.
Emily Dickinson
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I work to drive the awe away, yet awe impels the work.
Emily Dickinson
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And you dropt, lost, When something broke-- And let you from a Dream
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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Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.
Emily Dickinson
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The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.
Emily Dickinson
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We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
Emily Dickinson
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To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I They may take the trifle Termed mortality!
Emily Dickinson
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Till I loved I never lived.
Emily Dickinson
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Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.
Emily Dickinson
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MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!
Emily Dickinson
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Best Witchcraft is Geometry To the magician's mind - His ordinary acts are feats To thinking of mankind.
Emily Dickinson
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Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he?
Emily Dickinson
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Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
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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Hope is a thing with feathers.
Emily Dickinson
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Forever - is composed of Nows - 'Tis not a different time... Let Months dissolve in further Months - And Years - exhale in Years.
Emily Dickinson
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Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
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The truth dazzles gradually, or else the world would be blind.
Emily Dickinson
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To be alive is power; existence in itself; without a further function; omnipotence.
Emily Dickinson
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The hearts that never lean must fall.
Emily Dickinson
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The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.
Emily Dickinson
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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
Emily Dickinson
