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Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson
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Soul selects her own society, The
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes
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Hope is the thing with feathers
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I never hear the word “escape"
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There is no frigate like a book
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Because I could not stop for Death
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Of all the sounds despatched abroad
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Success is counted sweetest
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If I can stop one heart from breaking
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To fight aloud is very brave
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Pain has an element of blank
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I can wade grief
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For each ecstatic instant
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I meant to have but modest needs
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Thought went up my mind to-day, A
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Is Heaven a physician?
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Poor torn heart, a tattered heart, A
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I should have been too glad
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Each life converges to some centre
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My life closed twice before its close
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I felt a cleavage in my mind
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If recollecting were forgetting
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Brain is wider than the sky, The
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Softened by Time’s consummate plush
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I had no time to hate
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