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Aug 9 03, 12:14
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Works of Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility.
We passed the school where children played, Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of grazing grain, We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound.
Since then 't is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope is the Thing With Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nature the Gentlest Mother is
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild
In forest and the hill By traveller be heard, Restraining rampant squirrel Or too impetuous bird.
How fair her conversation A summer afternoon, Her household her assembly; And when the sun go down,
Her voice among the aisles Incite the timid prayer Of the minutest cricket, The most unworthy flower.
When all the children sleep, She turns as long away As will suffice tolight her lamps, Then bending from the sky
With infinite affection An infiniter care, Her golden finger on her lip, Wills silence everywhere.
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Apr 4 04, 07:13
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Split the Lark
SPLIT the Lark--and you'll find the Music-- Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled-- Scantily dealt to the Summer Morning Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.
Loose the Flood--you shall find it patent-- Gush after Gush, reserved for you-- Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas! Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?
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Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church (#324)
SOME keep the Sabbath going to Church-- I keep it, staying at Home-- With a Bobolink for a Chorister-- And an Orchard, for a Dome--
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice-- I just wear my Wings-- And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church, Our little Sexton--sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman-- And the sermon is never long, So instead of getting to Heaven, at last-- I'm going, all along.
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Apr 4 04, 10:22
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HI Cleo...
Thanks for posting this!...I just discovered this area this morning. Miss Emily is my favorite poet of all time. I never tire of reading and re-reading her.
Thanks again.
Amy
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Jan 6 05, 00:44
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Here are a couple more of her poems. Blessings Bren
CHARTLESS
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given.
By Emily Dickinson *************************************************
MY LIFE CLOSED TWICE
My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
By Emily Dickinson
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