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Where thou art, that is home.

Emily Dickinson

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Emily Dickinson
Age: 55 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 10
Died: 1886
Died: May 15
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I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven Yet certain am I of the spot, As if a chart were given.
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[A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
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That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.
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The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
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PRESENTIMENT is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
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Not if Their Party were waiting, Not if to talk with Me Were to Them now, Homesickness After Eternity.
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I took one Draught of Life - I'll tell you what I paid - Precisely an existence - The market price, they said.
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I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
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He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.
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The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.
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Remorse is cureless--the Disease Not even God--can heal-- For 'tis His institution--and The Adequate of Hell
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I do not like the man who squanders life for fame give me the man who living makes a name.
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