Emily Dickinson ( 10 of 43 )
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
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And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours
But large enough for me.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
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!
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.
Where thou art, that is home.
Where thou art, that is home.
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.
