A happy lip—breaks sudden—, by Emily Dickinson

A happy lip—breaks sudden—

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A happy lip—breaks sudden—

It doesn’t state you how

It contemplated—smiling—

Just consummated—now—

But this one, wears its merriment

So patient—like a pain—

Fresh gilded—to elude the eyes

Unqualified, to scan—

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!

LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —

357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…

825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—

XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—

708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks