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A nearness to Tremendousness Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A nearness to Tremendousness

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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So has a Daisy vanished Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

So has a Daisy vanished

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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A Murmur in the Trees — to note Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A Murmur in the Trees — to note

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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A narrow Fellow in the Grass Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A narrow Fellow in the Grass

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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It was not Saint — it was too large Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It was not Saint — it was too large

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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It was a quiet way Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It was a quiet way

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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It sounded as if the Streets were running Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It sounded as if the Streets were running

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The Savior must have been Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Savior must have been

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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A loss of something ever felt I Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A loss of something ever felt I

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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It rises — passes — on our South Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It rises — passes — on our South

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Spring comes on the World Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Spring comes on the World

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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A Man may make a Remark Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A Man may make a Remark

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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A Mien to move a Queen Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A Mien to move a Queen

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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A Moth the hue of this Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A Moth the hue of this

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Soil of Flint, if steady tilled Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Soil of Flint, if steady tilled

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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It was a quiet seeming Day Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It was a quiet seeming Day

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The Admirations — and Contempts — of time Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Admirations — and Contempts — of time

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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It stole along so stealthy Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

It stole along so stealthy

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The saddest noise, the sweetest noise Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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