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Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
Age: 55 †
Born: 1830
Born: December 10
Died: 1886
Died: May 15
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Ai-mi-li Ti-chin-sen
Emilia Dickinson
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Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.
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If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
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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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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
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