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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
Emily Dickinson
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Emily Dickinson
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How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Emily Dickinson
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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
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Nature is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon- Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee, Nay-Nature is Heaven.Nature is what we hear, The Bobolink, the Sea- Thunder, the Cricket- Nay,-Nature is Harmony.Nature is what we know But have no art to say, So impotent our wisdom is To Her simplicity.
Emily Dickinson
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... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.
Emily Dickinson
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The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful-.
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And then--a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face-- Until it blocked my eyes
Emily Dickinson
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The WILL is always near, dear, though the feet vary.
Emily Dickinson
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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.
Emily Dickinson
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Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, ’T is a necessity.Of heaven above the firmest proof We fundamental know, Except for its marauding hand, It had been heaven below.
Emily Dickinson
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Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!
Emily Dickinson
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A Clock stopped-- Not the Mantel's-- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing-- That just now dangled still
Emily Dickinson
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We dream — it is good we are dreaming — It would hurt us — were we awake — But since it is playing — kill us, And we are playing — shriek — What harm? Men die — externally — It is a truth — of Blood — But we — are dying in Drama — And Drama — is never dead — Cautious — We jar each other — And either — open the eyes — Lest the Phantasm — prove the Mistake — And the livid Surprise Cool us to Shafts of Granite — With just an Age — and Name — And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian — It's prudenter — to dream —
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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
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Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved - the site of it by architect could not again be proved.
Emily Dickinson
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We outgrow love, like other thingsAnd put it in the Drawer -Till it an Antique fashion shows -Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
Emily Dickinson
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Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Emily Dickinson
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I took my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.I aimed my pebble, but myself Was all the one that fell. Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small?
Emily Dickinson
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God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.
Emily Dickinson
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The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified.
Emily Dickinson
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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.
Emily Dickinson
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Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Emily Dickinson
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He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.
Emily Dickinson
