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Emily Dickinson

The dying need but little, dear

The dying need but little, dear,—
  A glass of water’s all,
A flower’s unobtrusive face
  To punctuate the wall,
 
A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
  And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
  Perceives when you are gone.

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Death Is Potential to That Man

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
My first well Day—since many ill—

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
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Great Caesar! Condescend

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
Undue Significance a Starving Man Attaches

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
He Outstripped Time With But a Bout

865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
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A South Wind—has a pathos

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—

314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
I Breathed Enough to Learn the Trick,

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The Lamp burns sure—within

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754 my Life had stood—a Loaded Gun

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321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—



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