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The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.
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His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.
Emily Dickinson
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How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
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God preaches, a noted Clergyman -And the sermon is never long,So instead of getting to Heaven, at last-I’m going, all along.
Emily Dickinson -
If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.
Emily Dickinson -
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed.So satisfied to go Where none of us should be, Immediately, that anguish stooped Almost to jealousy.
Emily Dickinson -
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
Emily Dickinson -
Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!
Emily Dickinson
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Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie- That Commerce will continue- And Trades as briskly fly.
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That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.
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The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful-.
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How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
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Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
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A dim capacity for wings demeans the dress I wear.
Emily Dickinson
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The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified.
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How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And does n’t care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.
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Mine enemy is growing old,- I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge,-Let him be quick, the viand flits, It is a faded meat. Anger as soon as fed is dead; ’T is starving makes it fat.
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I am one of the lingering bad ones, and so do I slink away, and pause, and ponder, and ponder, and pause, and do work without knowing why - not surely for this brief world, and more sure it is not for heaven - and I ask what this message of Christ means.
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Heavenly Father - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us seem to us More respectful - We are Dust - We apologize to thee For thine own Duplicity.
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Who has not found the Heaven - below -Will fail of it above -
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The last of Summer is Delight - Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it - nameless as it is - Without celestial Mail - Audacious as without a Knock To walk within the Veil.
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I tasted - careless - then - I did not know the Wine Came once a World - Did you? Oh, had you told me so - This Thirst would blister - easier - now
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No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.
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My friends are my estate.
Emily Dickinson