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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Book

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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Me prove it now—Whoever doubt

537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
Till Death’€”is Narrow Loving

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
The Outer—from the Inner

451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
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Defrauded I a Butterfly

730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
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When One Has Given Up One’s Life

853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
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Had we our senses

Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
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Volcanoes be in Sicily

Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
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The Way I read a Letter’s—this

636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
The Color of a Queen, Is This

776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
We pray—to Heaven—

489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
“Why Do I Love” You, Sir?

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
Victory Comes Late

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
Two Butterflies Went Out at Noon

Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
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Alter! When the Hills Do

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
Sunset at Night—is natural

415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.



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