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Emily Dickinson
The bustle in a house
The bustle in a house
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,-
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,-
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
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Emily Dickinson
The Brain-is wider than the Sky
The Brain-is wider than the Sky
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The Brain-is wider than the SkyFor-
put them side by side-
The one the other will contain
With ease-and You-beside-
The Brain is deeper than the seaFor-
hold them-Blue to Blue-
The one the other will absorb-
As Sponges-Buckets-do-
The Brain is just the weight of GodFor-
Heft them-Pound for Pound-
And they will differ-if they do-
As Syllable from Sound-
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The Brain-is wider than the SkyFor-
put them side by side-
The one the other will contain
With ease-and You-beside-
The Brain is deeper than the seaFor-
hold them-Blue to Blue-
The one the other will absorb-
As Sponges-Buckets-do-
The Brain is just the weight of GodFor-
Heft them-Pound for Pound-
And they will differ-if they do-
As Syllable from Sound-
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Emily Dickinson
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
The Brain—is wider than the Sky
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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—
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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—
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Emily Dickinson
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock-
Their period for Dawn-
A Music numerous as space-
But neighboring as Noon-
I could not count their Force-
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows itself
To multiply the Pond.
Their Witnesses were not-
Except occasional man-
In homely industry arrayed-
To overtake the Morn-
Nor was it for applause-
That I could ascertain-
But independent Ecstasy
Of Deity and Men-
By Six, the Flood had done-
No Tumult there had been
Of Dressing, or Departure-
And yet the Band was gone-
The Sun engrossed the East-
The Day controlled the World-
The Miracle that introduced
Forgotten, as fulfilled.
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The Birds begun at Four o'clock-
Their period for Dawn-
A Music numerous as space-
But neighboring as Noon-
I could not count their Force-
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows itself
To multiply the Pond.
Their Witnesses were not-
Except occasional man-
In homely industry arrayed-
To overtake the Morn-
Nor was it for applause-
That I could ascertain-
But independent Ecstasy
Of Deity and Men-
By Six, the Flood had done-
No Tumult there had been
Of Dressing, or Departure-
And yet the Band was gone-
The Sun engrossed the East-
The Day controlled the World-
The Miracle that introduced
Forgotten, as fulfilled.
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Emily Dickinson
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
783
The Birds begun at Four o'clock-
Their period for Dawn-
A Music numerous as space-
But neighboring as Noon-
I could not count their Force-
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows itself
To multiply the Pond.
Their Witnesses were not-
Except occasional man-
In homely industry arrayed-
To overtake the Morn-
Nor was it for applause-
That I could ascertain-
But independent Ecstasy
Of Deity and Men-
By Six, the Flood had done-
No Tumult there had been
Of Dressing, or Departure-
And yet the Band was gone-
The Sun engrossed the East-
The Day controlled the World-
The Miracle that introduced
Forgotten, as fulfilled.
783
The Birds begun at Four o'clock-
Their period for Dawn-
A Music numerous as space-
But neighboring as Noon-
I could not count their Force-
Their Voices did expend
As Brook by Brook bestows itself
To multiply the Pond.
Their Witnesses were not-
Except occasional man-
In homely industry arrayed-
To overtake the Morn-
Nor was it for applause-
That I could ascertain-
But independent Ecstasy
Of Deity and Men-
By Six, the Flood had done-
No Tumult there had been
Of Dressing, or Departure-
And yet the Band was gone-
The Sun engrossed the East-
The Day controlled the World-
The Miracle that introduced
Forgotten, as fulfilled.
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Emily Dickinson
The Bee is not afraid of me
The Bee is not afraid of me
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The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially-
The Brooks laugh louder when I come-
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
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The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially-
The Brooks laugh louder when I come-
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
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Emily Dickinson
The Bible is an antique Volume
The Bible is an antique Volume
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The Bible is an antique Volume-
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy SpectresSubjects-
BethlehemEden-
the ancient HomesteadSatan-
the BrigadierJudas-
the Great DefaulterDavid-
the TroubadorSin-
a distinguished Precipice
Others must resist-
Boys that "believe" are very lonesome-
Other Boys are "lost"-
Had but the Tale a warbling Teller-
All the Boys would come-
Orpheus' Sermon captivated-
It did not condemn-
1545
The Bible is an antique Volume-
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy SpectresSubjects-
BethlehemEden-
the ancient HomesteadSatan-
the BrigadierJudas-
the Great DefaulterDavid-
the TroubadorSin-
a distinguished Precipice
Others must resist-
Boys that "believe" are very lonesome-
Other Boys are "lost"-
Had but the Tale a warbling Teller-
All the Boys would come-
Orpheus' Sermon captivated-
It did not condemn-
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Emily Dickinson
The Bible is an antique Volume
The Bible is an antique Volume
1545
The Bible is an antique Volume-
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy SpectresSubjects-
BethlehemEden-
the ancient HomesteadSatan-
the BrigadierJudas-
the Great DefaulterDavid-
the TroubadorSin-
a distinguished Precipice
Others must resist-
Boys that "believe" are very lonesome-
Other Boys are "lost"-
Had but the Tale a warbling Teller-
All the Boys would come-
Orpheus' Sermon captivated-
It did not condemn-
1545
The Bible is an antique Volume-
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy SpectresSubjects-
BethlehemEden-
the ancient HomesteadSatan-
the BrigadierJudas-
the Great DefaulterDavid-
the TroubadorSin-
a distinguished Precipice
Others must resist-
Boys that "believe" are very lonesome-
Other Boys are "lost"-
Had but the Tale a warbling Teller-
All the Boys would come-
Orpheus' Sermon captivated-
It did not condemn-
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Emily Dickinson
The Angle of a Landscape
The Angle of a Landscape
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The Angle of a Landscape-
That every time I wake-
Between my Curtain and the Wall
Upon an ample Crack-
Like a Venetian-waiting-
Accosts my open eye-
Is just a Bough of Apples-
Held slanting, in the Sky-
The Pattern of a Chimney-
The Forehead of a HillSometimes-
a Vane's Forefinger-
But that's-Occasional-
The Seasons-shift-my Picture-
Upon my Emerald Bough,
I wake-to find no-EmeraldsThen-
Diamonds-which the Snow
From Polar Caskets-fetched me-
The Chimney-and the Hill-
And just the Steeple's fingerThese-
never stir at all-
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The Angle of a Landscape-
That every time I wake-
Between my Curtain and the Wall
Upon an ample Crack-
Like a Venetian-waiting-
Accosts my open eye-
Is just a Bough of Apples-
Held slanting, in the Sky-
The Pattern of a Chimney-
The Forehead of a HillSometimes-
a Vane's Forefinger-
But that's-Occasional-
The Seasons-shift-my Picture-
Upon my Emerald Bough,
I wake-to find no-EmeraldsThen-
Diamonds-which the Snow
From Polar Caskets-fetched me-
The Chimney-and the Hill-
And just the Steeple's fingerThese-
never stir at all-
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Emily Dickinson
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
925
Struck, was I, not yet by LightningLightning-
lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.
Maimed-was I-yet not by Venture-
Stone of stolid Boy-
Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure-
Who mine Enemy?
Robbed-was I-intact to Bandit-
All my Mansion tornSun-
withdrawn to Recognition-
Furthest shining-done-
Yet was not the foe-of any-
Not the smallest Bird
In the nearest Orchard dwelling
Be of Me-afraid.
Most-I love the Cause that slew Me.
Often as I die
Its beloved Recognition
Holds a Sun on Me
Best-at Setting-as is Nature's-
Neither witnessed Rise
Till the infinite Aurora
In the other's eyes.
925
Struck, was I, not yet by LightningLightning-
lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.
Maimed-was I-yet not by Venture-
Stone of stolid Boy-
Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure-
Who mine Enemy?
Robbed-was I-intact to Bandit-
All my Mansion tornSun-
withdrawn to Recognition-
Furthest shining-done-
Yet was not the foe-of any-
Not the smallest Bird
In the nearest Orchard dwelling
Be of Me-afraid.
Most-I love the Cause that slew Me.
Often as I die
Its beloved Recognition
Holds a Sun on Me
Best-at Setting-as is Nature's-
Neither witnessed Rise
Till the infinite Aurora
In the other's eyes.
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Emily Dickinson
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
"Speech"—is a prank of Parliament—
"Tears"—is a trick of the nerve—
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
Doesn't—always—move—
"Speech"—is a prank of Parliament—
"Tears"—is a trick of the nerve—
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
Doesn't—always—move—
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Emily Dickinson
Spring is the Period
Spring is the Period
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Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
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Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
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Emily Dickinson
South Winds jostle them
South Winds jostle them
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South Winds jostle them-
Bumblebees comeHover-
hesitate-
Drink, and are gone-
Butterflies pause
On their passage CashmereI-
softly plucking,
Present them here!
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South Winds jostle them-
Bumblebees comeHover-
hesitate-
Drink, and are gone-
Butterflies pause
On their passage CashmereI-
softly plucking,
Present them here!
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Emily Dickinson
Soto! Explore thyself!
Soto! Explore thyself!
832
Soto! Explore thyself!
Therein thyself shalt find
The "Undiscovered Continent"-
No Settler had the Mind.
832
Soto! Explore thyself!
Therein thyself shalt find
The "Undiscovered Continent"-
No Settler had the Mind.
374
Emily Dickinson
Some things that fly there be
Some things that fly there be
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Some things that fly there beBirds-
Hours-the Bumblebee-
Of these no Elegy.
Some things that stay there beGrief-
Hills-Eternity-
Nor this behooveth me.
There are that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the Riddle lies!
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Some things that fly there beBirds-
Hours-the Bumblebee-
Of these no Elegy.
Some things that stay there beGrief-
Hills-Eternity-
Nor this behooveth me.
There are that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the Riddle lies!
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Emily Dickinson
Some, too fragile for winter winds
Some, too fragile for winter winds
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses-
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look,
And sportsman is not bold.
This covert have all the children
Early aged, and often cold,
Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father-
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses-
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look,
And sportsman is not bold.
This covert have all the children
Early aged, and often cold,
Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father-
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
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Emily Dickinson
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
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Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere—
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather—on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune!
From some old Fortress on the sun
Baronial Bees—march—one by one—
In murmuring platoon!
The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow stood yesterday—
On fence—and Roof—and Twig!
The Orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover - Don the Sun!
Revisiting the Bog!
Without Commander! Countless! Still!
The Regiments of Wood and Hill
In bright detachment stand!
Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas—
Or what Circassian Land?
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Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere—
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather—on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune!
From some old Fortress on the sun
Baronial Bees—march—one by one—
In murmuring platoon!
The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow stood yesterday—
On fence—and Roof—and Twig!
The Orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover - Don the Sun!
Revisiting the Bog!
Without Commander! Countless! Still!
The Regiments of Wood and Hill
In bright detachment stand!
Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas—
Or what Circassian Land?
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Emily Dickinson
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
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Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere—
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather—on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune!
From some old Fortress on the sun
Baronial Bees—march—one by one—
In murmuring platoon!
The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow stood yesterday—
On fence—and Roof—and Twig!
The Orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover - Don the Sun!
Revisiting the Bog!
Without Commander! Countless! Still!
The Regiments of Wood and Hill
In bright detachment stand!
Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas—
Or what Circassian Land?
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Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere—
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather—on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune!
From some old Fortress on the sun
Baronial Bees—march—one by one—
In murmuring platoon!
The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow stood yesterday—
On fence—and Roof—and Twig!
The Orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover - Don the Sun!
Revisiting the Bog!
Without Commander! Countless! Still!
The Regiments of Wood and Hill
In bright detachment stand!
Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas—
Or what Circassian Land?
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Emily Dickinson
So proud she was to die
So proud she was to die
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.
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.
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Emily Dickinson
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
752
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
In an Audience—
Stamped—occasionally—forever—
So may Countenance
Entertain—without addressing
Countenance of One
In a Neighboring Horizon—
Gone—as soon as known—
752
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
In an Audience—
Stamped—occasionally—forever—
So may Countenance
Entertain—without addressing
Countenance of One
In a Neighboring Horizon—
Gone—as soon as known—
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Emily Dickinson
So has a Daisy vanished
So has a Daisy vanished
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So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today-
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away-
Oozed so in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tideBlooming-
tripping-flowing
Are ye then with God?
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So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today-
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away-
Oozed so in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tideBlooming-
tripping-flowing
Are ye then with God?
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Emily Dickinson
So from the mould
So from the mould
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So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise-
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
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So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise-
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
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