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The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.
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The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.
Emily Dickinson
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
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Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall.
Emily Dickinson -
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Emily Dickinson -
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb?
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I never had a mother. I suppose a mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
Emily Dickinson -
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -I keep it, staying at Home-With a Bobolink for a Chorister -And an Orchard, for a Dome-
Emily Dickinson
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I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
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A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.
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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
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I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred.
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The past is not a package one can lay away.
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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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There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
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I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
Emily Dickinson -
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
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In this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power.
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Life is the finest secret. So long as that remains, we must all whisper.
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Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
Emily Dickinson
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Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -
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I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.
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Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
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I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way
Emily Dickinson