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The Heart is the Capital of the Mind Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Heart is the Capital of the Mind

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The Jay his Castanet has struck Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Jay his Castanet has struck

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The Infinite a sudden Guest Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Infinite a sudden Guest

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The immortality she gave Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The immortality she gave

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The Hills in Purple syllables Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Hills in Purple syllables

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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His voice decrepit was with Joy Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

His voice decrepit was with Joy

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Hope is a strange invention Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Hope is a strange invention

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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These are the Signs to Nature's Inns Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

These are the Signs to Nature's Inns

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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These held their Wick above the West Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

These held their Wick above the West

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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I thought the Train would never come Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I thought the Train would never come

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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I thought that nature was enough Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I thought that nature was enough

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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These are the Nights that Beetles love Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

These are the Nights that Beetles love

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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I took one Draught of Life Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I took one Draught of Life

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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There's the Battle of Burgoyne Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

There's the Battle of Burgoyne

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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I'd rather recollect a setting Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I'd rather recollect a setting

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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I worked for chaff and earning Wheat Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I worked for chaff and earning Wheat

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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I was a Phoebe — nothing more Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

I was a Phoebe — nothing more

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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These Strangers, in a foreign World Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

These Strangers, in a foreign World

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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They might not need me — yet they might Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

They might not need me — yet they might

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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