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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
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Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
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I have an appetite for silence.
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The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.
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Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...
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Luck is not chance, it's toil fortune's expensive smile is earned.
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The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.
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His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.
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Wonder is not precisely knowing.
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I dwell in Possibility A fairer House than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior--for Doors Of Chambers as the Cedars Impregnable of Eye And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky Of Visitors--the fairest For Occupation--This The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise
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The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket on.
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Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
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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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To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—
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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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He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
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If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now
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A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides
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Forever is composed of Nows— 'Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home
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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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This is my letter to the world That never wrote to me
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