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Emily Dickinson
The brain is...
The brain is wider than the sky;
For put them side by side
The one the other will contain with ease -
And you...
To make a...
To make a prairie
It takes clover and one bee
One clover, and a bee, and revery.
The revery alone will...
A word is...
A word is dead when it is said, some say.
I say it just begins to live that day.
Nature is what...
Nature is what we know -
Yet have not art to say -
So impotent our wisdom is
To her...
How dreary to...
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring...
Beauty is not...
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Source: In The Speaker's Electronic Reference...
Hope is the...
Hope is the thing with feathers --
That perches in the soul --
And sings the tunes without the words --
And...
Faith is a...
Faith is a fine invention
When Gentleman can see --
But Microscopes are prudent
In an...
Tis so much...
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a...
Anger as soon...
Anger as soon as fed is dead -
'Tis starving makes it fat.
Source: Poems, Second...
Find ecstasy in...
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Source: From Journey...
A little madness...
A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
Source: 1875;...
A Deed knocks...
A Deed knocks first at Thought
And then -- it knocks at Will --
That is the manufacturing...
A Wounded deer...
A Wounded deer - leaps highest.
Source: 1860; Poems, First Series, 1890.
--...
Assent--and you are...
Assent--and you are sane--,
Demur--you're straightway dangerous--,
And handled with a...
I . ....
I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass...
I cannot live...
I cannot live with You --
It would be Life --
And Life is over there --
Behind the...
A great Hope...
A great Hope fell
You heard no noise
The Ruin was within.
Source: c.1864,...
After great pain,...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes.
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Because I could...
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And...