Emily Dickinson Quotes

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That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be Proportioned to the groove.

Emily Dickinson
Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light,
Pangless except for us —
Who slowly ford the Mystery
Which thou has leaped across!

Emily Dickinson
Glee! the great storm is over!
Four have recovered the land;
Forty gone down together
Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
Toll, for the bonnie souls,—
Neighbor and friend and bridegroom,
Spinning upon the shoals! How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the children ask, But the forty?
Did they come back no more? Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the children no
further question,
And only the waves reply.

Emily Dickinson
The truth I do not dare to know
I muffle with a jest.

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Great Hungers feed themselves, but little Hungers ail in vain.

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I dwell in Possibility —
A fairer House than Prose —
More numerous of Windows —
Superior — for Doors —.

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How do most people live without any thoughts? There are many people in the world,—you must have noticed them in the street,—how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?

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Autumn begins to be inferred
By millinery of the cloud
Or deeper color in the shawl
That wraps the everlasting hill.

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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.

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It 's such a little thing to weep,
So short a thing to sigh;
And yet by trades the size of these
We men and women die!

Emily Dickinson
Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
Too sullied for the hell
To which the law entitled him.
As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him tottered in,
For this was woman's son.
'T was all I had, she stricken gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!

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And neigh like Boanerges —
Then punctual as a Star
Stop—docile and omnipotent
At its own stable door—

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Fame is a bee,
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.

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And when at Night - Our good Day done -
I guard My Master's Head -
'Tis better than the Eider Duck's
Deep Pillow - to have shared

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Though I than He - may longer live
He longer must - than I -
For I have but the power to kill,
Without - the power to die

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The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies!

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All things do go a-courting,
In earth, or sea, or air,
God hath made nothing single
But thee in His world so fair.

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You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know.

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Behold this little Bane- The Boon of all alive- As common as it is unknown The name of it is Love.

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And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.

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Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days, A little this side of the snow, And that side of the Haze..., Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind- Thy windy will to bear!

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The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels - know.

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Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

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Just girt me for the onset with Eternity,
When breath blew back,
And on the other side
I heard recede the disappointed tide!

Emily Dickinson
Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong?

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We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-.

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Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb

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A Murmur in the Trees - to note - Not loud enough - for Wind - A Star - not far enough to seek - Nor near enough - to find

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His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!

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To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I They may take the trifle Termed mortality!

Emily Dickinson