Emily Dickinson Quotes

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Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

Emily Dickinson
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone

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Prosperity Whose sources are interior. As soon Adversity A diamond overtake.

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The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified.

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The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.

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The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan -
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.

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The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.

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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.

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You remember my ideal cat has always a huge rat in its mouth, just going out of sight - though going out of sight in itself has a peculiar pleasure.

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I know some lonely houses off the road
A robber'd like the look of,--
Wooden barred,
And windows hanging low

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The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust —

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I... am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.

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I had a terror-since September -I could tell to none-and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground-because I am afraid.

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Endow the Living - with the Tears - You squander on the Dead.

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Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.

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The Things that never can come back, are several- Childhood-some forms of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may sometimes make a Journey- And still abide-.

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I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing -
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears -
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown -
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And will return.

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The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

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Other Courtesies have been -
Other Courtesy may be -
We commend ourselves to thee
Paragon of Chivalry.

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When I state myself, as the representative of the verse, it does not mean me, but a supposed person.

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If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.

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I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.

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I like a look of Agony, because I know it's true - men do not sham Convulsion, nor simulate, a Throe

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She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

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I was almost persuaded to be a Christian. I thought I never again could be thoughtless and worldly. But I soon forgot my morning prayer or else it was irksome to me. One by one my old habits returned and I cared less for religion than ever.

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Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.

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There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else.

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When everything that ticked has stopped, and space stares, all around, or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, repeal the beating ground.

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Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.

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To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.

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