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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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The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful-.
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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How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Emily Dickinson
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Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.
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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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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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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Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!
Emily Dickinson
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AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.
Emily Dickinson
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Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.
Emily Dickinson
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Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground.
Emily Dickinson
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When I state myself, as the representative of the verse, it does not mean me, but a supposed person.
Emily Dickinson
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Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Emily Dickinson
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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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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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More than the Grave is closed to me -The Grave and that EternityTo which the Grave adheres -I cling to nowhere till I fall -The Crash of nothing, yet of all -How similar appears -
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 —
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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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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... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.
Emily Dickinson
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The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.
Emily Dickinson
