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Emily Dickinson
My only sketch,...
My only sketch, profile, of Heaven is a large blue sky, and larger than the biggest I have seen in June -- and in it...
The soul should...
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
The Possible's slow...
The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.
Source: In Webster's...
How much can...
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the world!
Source: There...
Not to discover...
Not to discover weakness is
The Artifice of strength.
Source: 1865; The Poems of...
Nature, like us...
Nature, like us is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Source: The Complete...
If I read...
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is...
The Truth must...
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.
Source: 1868; The Poems...
Surgeons must be...
Surgeons must be very careful,
When they take the knife!,
Underneath their fine incisions,
Stirs the Culprit...
Success is counted...
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest...
Of Consciousness, her...
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
The Soul cannot be rid --
As easy the secreting her
Behind the Eyes of...
For each ecstatic...
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the...
The dandelion's pallid...
The dandelion's pallid tube
Astonishes the grass,
And winter instantly becomes
An infinite...
I like a...
I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true --
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe...
Tell all the...
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant--
Success in Circuit lies.
Source: 1868;...
Our journey had...
Our journey had advanced;
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in Being's road,
Eternity by...
Heaven is so...
Heaven is so far of the Mind
That were the Mind dissolved --
The Site --of it --by Architect
Could not again...
Hope is the...
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tunes without the words- /And never...
Parting is all...
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
Source: poem no....
Till the first...
Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank...