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They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
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New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude.New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns, And still the punctual snow!
Emily Dickinson
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Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.
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A Dominie in Gray-- Put gently up the evening Bars-- And led the flock away
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My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word.
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There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death.
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Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God’s residence is next to mine, His furniture is love.
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Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
Emily Dickinson
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A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -
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Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
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God is sitting here, looking into my very soul to see if I think right thoughts. Yet I am not afraid, for I try to be right and good; and He knows every one of my struggles.
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One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
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Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
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Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground.
Emily Dickinson
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THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.
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They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
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Not to discover weakness is The Artifice of strength.
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You don't have to be a house to be haunted.
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A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die
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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
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Forever is composed of Nows 'Tis not a different time Except for Infiniteness And Latitude of Home.
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Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
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We trust in plumed procession For such the angels go Rank after rank, with even feet/And uniforms of snow.
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I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
Emily Dickinson