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The Face we choose to miss Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Face we choose to miss

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The healed Heart shows its shallow scar Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The healed Heart shows its shallow scar

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Belshazzar had a Letter Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Belshazzar had a Letter

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Taken from men — this morning Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Taken from men — this morning

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Sweet is the swamp with its secrets Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Sweet hours have perished here Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Sweet hours have perished here

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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A great Hope fell Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A great Hope fell

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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That Love is all there is Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

That Love is all there is

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Beauty crowds me till I die Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Beauty crowds me till I die

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The Hills erect their Purple Heads Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Hills erect their Purple Heads

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The duties of the Wind are few Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The duties of the Wind are few

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The distance that the dead have gone Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The distance that the dead have gone

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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As willing lid o'er weary eye Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

As willing lid o'er weary eye

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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The Blunder is in estimate. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Blunder is in estimate.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Could mortal lip divine Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Could mortal lip divine

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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As we pass Houses musing slow Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

As we pass Houses musing slow

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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As Summer into Autumn slips Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

As Summer into Autumn slips

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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A Field of Stubble, lying sere Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A Field of Stubble, lying sere

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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That Such have died enable Us Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

That Such have died enable Us

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Why should we hurry — why indeed? Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Why should we hurry — why indeed?

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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