Emily Dickinson ( 10 of 43 )
And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large read more
And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours
But large enough for me.
Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a read more
Fame is a bee. / It has a song / It has a sting / Ah, too, it has a wing.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
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His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life read more
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Up to his nest again, I shall not live in vain. -Emily Dickinson.
Where thou art, that is home.
Where thou art, that is home.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
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Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
'Tis the majority
In this, as all, prevails
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,--you're straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition
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Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition
So clear of victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break agonized and clear.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
