Poem - My nosegays are for captives By Emily Dickinson

My nosegays are for captives:

My nosegays are for captives;   
  Dim, long-expectant eyes,   
Fingers denied the plucking,   
  Patient till paradise

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Poem - Softened by Time’s consummate plush By Emily Dickinson

Softened by Time’s consummate plush:

Softened by Time’s consummate plush,   
  How sleek the woe appears   
That threatened childhood’s citadel   
  And undermined the years!  

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Poem - One day is there of the series By Emily Dickinson

One day is there of the series:

One day is there of the series   
  Termed Thanksgiving day,   
Celebrated part at table,   
  Part in memory. 

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Poem - I stepped from plank to plank By Emily Dickinson

I stepped from plank to plank:

I stepped from plank to plank   
  So slow and cautiously;   
The stars about my head I felt,   
  About my feet the sea.

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Poem - Is bliss, then, such abyss By Emily Dickinson

Is bliss, then, such abyss:

Is bliss, then, such abyss   
I must not put my foot amiss   
For fear I spoil my shoe?

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Poem - A modest lot, a fame petite By Emily Dickinson

A modest lot, a fame petite:

A modest lot, a fame petite,   
A brief campaign of sting and sweet   
  Is plenty! Is enough!   
A sailor’s business is the shore,   
  A soldier’s—balls. Who asketh more            5
Must seek the neighboring life!

Poem - You cannot put a fire out By Emily Dickinson

You cannot put a fire out:

You cannot put a fire out;   
  A thing that can ignite   
Can go, itself, without a fan   
  Upon the slowest night. 

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Poem - It might be easier By Emily Dickinson

It might be easier:

It might be easier   
  To fail with land in sight,   
Than gain my blue peninsula   
  To perish of delight.

Poem - Who never wanted, maddest joy By Emily Dickinson

Who never wanted,—maddest joy:

Who never wanted,—maddest joy   
  Remains to him unknown;   
The banquet of abstemiousness   
  Surpasses that of wine.   
 
Within its hope, though yet ungrasped            5
  Desire’s perfect goal,   
No nearer, lest reality   
  Should disenthrall thy soul.

Poem - What soft, cherubic creatures By Emily Dickinson

What soft, cherubic creatures:

What soft, cherubic creatures   
  These gentlewomen are!   
One would as soon assault a plush   
  Or violate a star.  

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Poem - To help our bleaker parts By Emily Dickinson

To help our bleaker parts:

To help our bleaker parts   
  Salubrious hours are given,   
Which if they do not fit for earth   
  Drill silently for heaven.

Poem - The past is such a curious creature By Emily Dickinson

The past is such a curious creature:

The past is such a curious creature,   
  To look her in the face   
A transport may reward us,   
  Or a disgrace.  

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Poem - The bone that has no marrow By Emily Dickinson

The bone that has no marrow:

The bone that has no marrow;   
  What ultimate for that?   
It is not fit for table,   
  For beggar, or for cat.

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Poem - The brain is wider than the sky By Emily Dickinson

The brain is wider than the sky:

The brain is wider than the sky,   
  For, put them side by side,   
The one the other will include   
  With ease, and you beside. 

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Poem - To hang our head ostensibly By Emily Dickinson

To hang our head ostensibly:

To hang our head ostensibly,   
  And subsequent to find   
That such was not the posture   
  Of our immortal mind

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Poem - Remembrance has a rear and front By Emily Dickinson

Remembrance has a rear and front:

Remembrance has a rear and front,—   
  ’T is something like a house;   
It has a garret also   
  For refuse and the mouse

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Poem - Our lives are Swiss By Emily Dickinson

Our lives are Swiss:

Our lives are Swiss,—   
So still, so cool,   
  Till, some odd afternoon,   
The Alps neglect their curtains,   
  And we look farther on.  

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Poem - Life, and Death, and Giants By Emily Dickinson

Life, and Death, and Giants:

Life, and Death, and Giants   
Such as these, are still.   
Minor apparatus, hopper of the mill,   
Beetle at the candle,   
  Or a fife’s small fame,                       5
Maintain by accident   
  That they proclaim.

Poem - I worked for chaff, and earning wheat By Emily Dickinson

I worked for chaff, and earning wheat:

I worked for chaff, and earning wheat   
  Was haughty and betrayed.   
What right had fields to arbitrate   
  In matters ratified?

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Poem - I had a daily bliss By Emily Dickinson

I had a daily bliss:

I had a daily bliss   
  I half indifferent viewed,   
Till sudden I perceived it stir,—   
  It grew as I pursued

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Poem - To lose one’s faith surpasses By Emily Dickinson

To lose one’s faith surpasses:

To lose one’s faith surpasses   
  The loss of an estate,   
Because estates can be   
  Replenished,—faith cannot.

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Poem - It dropped so low in my regard By Emily Dickinson

It dropped so low in my regard:

It dropped so low in my regard   
  I heard it hit the ground,   
And go to pieces on the stones   
  At bottom of my mind; 

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Poem - I have a king who does not speak By Emily Dickinson

I have a king who does not speak:

I have a king who does not speak;   
So, wondering, thro’ the hours meek   
  I trudge the day away,—   
Half glad when it is night and sleep,   
If, haply, thro’ a dream to peep             
  In parlors shut by day.

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Poem - I measure every grief I meet By Emily Dickinson

I measure every grief I meet:

I measure every grief I meet   
  With analytic eyes;   
I wonder if it weighs like mine,   
  Or has an easier size.  

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Poem - Finite to fail, but infinite to venture By Emily Dickinson

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture:

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.   
  For the one ship that struts the shore   
Many’s the gallant, overwhelmed creature   
  Nodding in navies nevermore.

Poem - Fate slew him, but he did not drop By Emily Dickinson

Fate slew him, but he did not drop:

Fate slew him, but he did not drop;   
  She felled—he did not fall—   
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes—   
  He neutralized them all.  

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Poem - Ashes denote that fire was By Emily Dickinson

Ashes denote that fire was:

Ashes denote that fire was;   
  Respect the grayest pile   
For the departed creature’s sake   
  That hovered there awhile. 

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Poem - Are friends delight or pain By Emily Dickinson

Are friends delight or pain:

Are friends delight or pain?   
Could bounty but remain   
  Riches were good.   
 
But if they only stay   
Bolder to fly away,            5
  Riches are sad.

Poem - A door just opened on a street By Emily Dickinson

A door just opened on a street:

A door just opened on a street—   
  I, lost, was passing by—   
An instant’s width of warmth disclosed,   
  And wealth, and company. 

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Poem - On the bleakness of my lot By Emily Dickinson

On the bleakness of my lot:

On the bleakness of my lot   
  Bloom I strove to raise.   
Late, my acre of a rock   
  Yielded grape and maize.  

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