Emily Dickinson
poetessa statunitense
«The Cat that in the corner sits | Her martial time forgot - | The rat but a tradition now | Of her desireless Lot, | Another class remind me of - | Who neither please nor play, | But - "not to make a bit of noise" | Adjure each little Boy!»
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«A little Dog that wags his tail | And knows no other joy | Of such a little Dog am I | Reminded by a Boy | Who gambols all the living Day | Without an earthly cause | Because he is a little Boy | I honestly suppose - | | The Cat that in the Corner dwells | Her martial Day forgot | The Mouse but a Tradition now | Of her desireless Lot | | Another class remind me | Who neither please nor play | But not to make a "bit of noise" | Beseech each little Boy.»
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«'Twas fighting for his Life he was - | That sort accomplish well - | The Ordnance of Vitality | Is frugal of it's Ball. | It aims once - kills once - conquers once - | There is no second War | In that Campaign inscrutable | Of the Interior.»
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«Oh Shadow on the Grass! | Art thou a step or not? | Go make thee fair, my Candidate - | My nominated Heart! | Oh Shadow on the Grass! | While I delayed to dress | Some other thou dis'st consecrate - | Oh unelected Face!»
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«The pungent atom in the Air | Admits of no debate - | All that is named of Summer Days | Relinquished our Estate - | For what Department of Delight | As positive are we | As Limit of Dominion | Or Dams - of Extasy.»
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«The Sun and Fog contested | The Government of Day - | The Sun took down his Yellow Whip | And drove the Fog away.»
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«What we see we know somewhat | Be it but a little - | What we dont surmise we do | Though it shows so fickle | I shall vote for Lands with Locks | Granted I can pick 'em - | Transport's doubtful Dividend | Patented by Adam.»
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«The Voice that stands for Floods to me | Is sterile borne to some - | The Face that makes the Morning mean | Glows impotent on them - | What difference in Substance lies | That what is Sum to me | By other Financiers be deemed | Exclusive Property!»
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«An honest Tear | Is durabler than Bronze - | This Cenotaph | May each that dies - | Reared by itself - | No Deputy suffice - | Gratitude bears | When Obelisk decays.»
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«All men for Honor hardest work | But are not known to earn - | Paid after they have ceased to work | In Infamy or Urn.»
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«Somehow myself survived the Night | And entered with the Day - | That it be saved the Saved suffice | Without the Formula. | Henceforth I take my living place | As one commuted led - | A Candidate for Morning Chance | But dated with the Dead.»
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«I should not dare to be so sad | So many Years again - | A Load is first impossible | When we have put it down - | The Superhuman then withdraws | And we who never saw | The Giant at the other side | Begin to perish now.»
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«To make Routine a Stimulus | Remember it can cease - | Capacity to Terminate | Is a specific Grace - | Of Retrospect the Arrow | That power to repair | Departed with the Torment | Become, alas, more fair.»
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«A soft Sea washed around the House | A Sea of Summer Air | And rose and fell the magic Planks | That sailed without a care - | For Captain was the Butterfly | For Helmsman was the Bee | And an entire universe | For the delighted Crew.»
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«Because my Brook is fluent | I know 'tis dry - | Because my Brook is silent | It is the Sea - | And startled at it's swelling | I try to flee | To where the Strong assure me | Is "no more Sea".»
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«The Heart is the Capital of the Mind. | The Mind is a single State. | The Heart and the Mind together make | A single Continent. | One - is the Population - | Numerous enough - | This ecstatic Nation | Seek - it is Yourself.»
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«Are Friends Delight or Pain? | Could Bounty but remain | Riches were good - | But if they only stay | Ampler to fly away | Riches are sad.»
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«You Cannot take itself | From any Human soul - | That indestructible estate | Enable him to dwell - | Impregnable as Light | That every man behold | But take away as difficult | As undiscovered Gold.»
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«To his simplicity | To die - was little Fate - | If Duty live - contented | But her Confederate.»
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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 Vail.»
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