Bless God, He Went as Soldiers, di Emily Dickinson

Bless God, He Went as Soldiers

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Bless God, he went as soldiers,

His musket on his breast—

Grant God, he charge the bravest

Of all the martial blest!

Please God, might I behold him

In epauletted white—

I should not fear the foe then—

I should not fear the fight!

Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life

978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—

806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?

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