I Fear a Man of Frugal Speech, by Emily Dickinson

I Fear a Man of Frugal Speech

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I fear a Man of frugal Speech—

I fear a Silent Man—

Haranguer—I can overtake—

Or Babbler—entertain—

But He who weigheth—While the Rest—

Expend their furthest pound—

Of this Man—I am wary—

I fear that He is Grand—

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761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—

716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.

MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!

314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet