Category: Emily Dickinson
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“[There Is No Frigate Like] A Book” by Emily Dickinson
Here’s an excerpt from a #poem by Emily Dickinson, entitled, “[There is no Frigate like] A Book”: “…This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul – ”
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“I never saw a moor” by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,…”
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“My life closed twice before its close (96) by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive …”
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“The Soul selects her own Society (303)” by Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
“…Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat — I’ve known her — from an ample nation — Choose One —…”
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“I had no time to hate, because” by Emily Dickinson
I HAD no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
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“They Have not Chosen Me, He Said” by Emily Dickinson
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said, ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave—Broken hearted statement— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it, But since Jesus dared— Sovereign! Know a Daisy They dishonor shared!
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“I Shall Not Live In Vain” by Emily Dickinson
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 Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.
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“A Book” by Emily Dickinson
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!
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“I had no time to hate, because” by Emily Dickinson (December 10th, 1830 – May 15th, 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.Nor had I time to love, but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me. Emily Dickinson Related articles I Shall Not Live In…
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