Emily Dickinson - Die Quotes

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Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate,
Whose table once a Guest, but not
The second time, is set.
Whose crumbs the crows inspect,
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the Farmer's corn;
Men eat of it and die.

Emily Dickinson

A Toad, can die of Light - Death is the Common Right Of Toads and Men

Emily Dickinson

Beauty crowds me till I die. Beauty, mercy have on me! Yet if I expire to-day Let it be in sight of thee!

Emily Dickinson

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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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

Emily Dickinson

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

The grass so little has to do,—
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain, And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything; And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine,-
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing. And even when it dies, to pass
In odors so divine,
As lowly spices gone to sleep,
Or amulets of pine. And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
And dream the days away,—
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were a hay!

Emily Dickinson

Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.

Emily Dickinson

Love — thou art Veiled —
A few — behold thee —
Smile — and alter — and prattle — and die —
Bliss — were an Oddity — without thee —
Nicknamed by God —
Eternity —

Emily Dickinson

Until the Desert knows That Water grows His Sands suffice But let him once suspect That Caspian Fact Sahara dies.

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I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

Emily Dickinson

That such have died enables us
The tranquiller to die;
That such have lived, certificate
For immortality.

Emily Dickinson

I reason, earth is short,
And anguish absolute.
And many hurt;
But what of that? I reason, we could die:
The best vitality
Cannot excel decay;
But what of that? I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new equation given;
But what of that?

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So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be,
Immediately, that anguish stooped
Almost to jealousy.

Emily Dickinson

Some Days retired from the rest
In soft distinction lie,
The Day that a companion came—
Or was obliged to die.

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Unable are the loved to die,
For love is immortality,
Nay, it is deity.

Emily Dickinson

The Heart asks Pleasure — first —
And then — Excuse from Pain—
And then — those little Anodynes
That deaden suffering —
And then — to go to sleep —
And then — if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilege to die —.

Emily Dickinson