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The career of flowers differs from ours only inaudibleness.

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
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Emilia Dickinson
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The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small- Better an ignis fatuus Than no illume at all.
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Love is like life-merely longer.
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His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.
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Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah, too, it has a wing.
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To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.
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The Truth never flaunted a sign.
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The Supernatural is only the Natural disclosed.
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Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
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My life closed twice before its close
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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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The last of Summer is Delight - Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review - Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it - nameless as it is - Without celestial Mail - Audacious as without a Knock To walk within the Veil.
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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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[A] mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
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