The Mountains—grow unnoticed, di Emily Dickinson

The Mountains—grow unnoticed

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The Mountains—grow unnoticed—

Their Purple figures rise

Without attempt—Exhaustion—

Assistance—or Applause—

In Their Eternal Faces

The Sun—with just delight

Looks long—and last—and golden—

For fellowship—at night—

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481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…

811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—

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

My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom

LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—

285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—