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November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.
Emily Dickinson
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Forever is composed of nows.
Emily Dickinson
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I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
Emily Dickinson
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A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.
Emily Dickinson
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Banish Air from Air Divide Light if you dare
Emily Dickinson
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A sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.
Emily Dickinson
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Pain has an element of blank.
Emily Dickinson
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Action is redemption.
Emily Dickinson
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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?
Emily Dickinson
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Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul.
Emily Dickinson
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God, keep me from what they call 'households'.
Emily Dickinson
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Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
Emily Dickinson
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It is finished, is never said of us.
Emily Dickinson
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How lucious lies the pea within the pod.
Emily Dickinson
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Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.
Emily Dickinson
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Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
Emily Dickinson
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It sounded as if the streets were running, And then the streets stood still.
Emily Dickinson
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Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?
Emily Dickinson
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The Brain - is wider than the Sky - For - put them side by side - The one the other will contain With ease - and You - beside - The Brain is deeper than the sea - For- hold them - Blue to Blue - The one the other will absorb - As Sponges - Buckets - do - The Brain is just the weight of God - For - Heft them - Pound for Pound - And they will differ - if they do - As Syllable from Sound.
Emily Dickinson
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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
