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It Was A Quiet Way - He Asked If I Was His - I Made No Answer Of The Tongue But Answer Of The Eyes - And Then He Bore Me On Before This Mortal Noise With Swiftness, As Of Chariots And Distance, As Of Wheels. This World Did Drop Away As Acres From The Feet Of One That Leaneth From Balloon Upon An Ether Street. The Gulf Behind Was Not, The Continents Were New - Eternity Was Due. No Seasons Were To Us - It Was Not Night Nor Morn - But Sunrise Stopped Upon The Place And Fastened In Dawn.

-Emily Dickinson

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It Was A Quiet

Emily Dickinson

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It Was A Quiet Way - He Asked If I Was His - I Made No Answer Of The Tongue But Answer Of The Eyes - And Then He Bore Me On Before This Mortal Noise With Swiftness, As Of Chariots And Distance, As Of Wheels. This World Did Drop Away As Acres From The Feet Of One That Leaneth From Balloon Upon An Ether Street. The Gulf Behind Was Not, The Continents Were New - Eternity Was Due. No Seasons Were To Us - It Was Not Night Nor Morn - But Sunrise Stopped Upon The Place And Fastened In Dawn.

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He Deposes Doom Who Hath Suffered Him.

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Fortune Befriends The Bold.

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Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase It And It Ceases, Chase It Not And It Abides.

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If You Take Care Of The Small Things, The Big Things Take Care Of Themselves. You Can Gain More Control Over Your Life By Paying Closer Attention To The Little Things.

Forever Is Composed Of Nows.

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A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth - It Is Denied The Gods

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Fame Is A Bee It Has A Song - It Has A Sting - Ah, Too, It Has A Wing.

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The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands / To Gather Paradise-.

We Meet No Stranger, But Ourself.

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Beauty Is Not The Cause Of Something, It Is What It Is.

It Is What It Is

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I Lost A World The Other Day. Has Anybody Found? You'll Know It By The Rows Of Stars Around It's Forehead Bound. A Rich Man Might Not Notice It; Yet To My Frugal Eye Of More Esteem Than Ducats. Oh! Find It, Sir, For Me!

Our Journey Had Advanced; Our Feet Were Almost Come To That Odd Fork In Being's Road, Eternity By Term.

I Would Paint A Portrait Which Would Bring The Tears, Had I Canvas For It, And The Scene Should Be -- Solitude, And The Figures -- Solitude -- And The Lights And Shades, Each A Solitude.

We Outgrow Love Like Other Things And Put It In A Drawer, Till It An Antique Fashion Shows Like Costumes Grandsires Wore.

My Best Acquaintances Are Those With Whom I Spoke No Word

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The Truth Dazzles Gradually, Or Else The World Would Be Blind.

Fearless--the Cobweb Swings From The Ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!

After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes. The Nerves Sit Ceremonious, Like Tombs.

I Am Going To Learn To Make Bread Tomorrow. So If You May Imagine Me With My Sleeves Rolled Up, Mixing Flour, Milk, Saleratus, Etc., With A Deal Of Grace. I Advise You If You Dont Know How To Make The Staff Of Life To Learn With Dispatch.

I Took One Draught Of Life - I'll Tell You What I Paid - Precisely An Existence - The Market Price, They Said.

We Dream — It Is Good We Are Dreaming — It Would Hurt Us — Were We Awake — But Since It Is Playing — Kill Us, And We Are Playing — Shriek — What Harm? Men Die — Externally — It Is A Truth — Of Blood — But We — Are Dying In Drama — And Drama — Is Never Dead — Cautious — We Jar Each Other — And Either — Open The Eyes — Lest The Phantasm — Prove The Mistake — And The Livid Surprise Cool Us To Shafts Of Granite — With Just An Age — And Name — And Perhaps A Phrase In Egyptian — It's Prudenter — To Dream —

The Distance That The Dead Have Gone Does Not At First Appear- Their Coming Back Seems Possible For Many An Ardent Year.

I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose, A Ribbon At A Time. The Steeples Swam In Amethyst, The News Like Squirrels Ran. The Hills Untied Their Bonnets, The Bobolinks Begun. Then I Said Softly To Myself, "that Must Have Been The Sun!

A Deed Knocks First At Thought And Then - It Knocks At Will - That Is The Manufacturing Spot.

To Be Alive──is Power.

You Can Stay Young As Long As You Learn.

And You Dropt, Lost, When Something Broke-- And Let You From A Dream

To Shut Your Eyes Is To Travel.

I Have An Appetite For Silence.

Some Keep The Sabbath Going To Church, I Keep It Staying At Home, With A Bobolink For A Chorister, And An Orchard For A Dome.

The Crime, From Us, Is Hidden, [though] He Is Presumed To Know.

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Suspense-is Hostiler Than Death-death- Tho Soever Broad, Is Just Death, And Cannot Increase- Suspense-does Not Conclude-.

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, I Shall Not Live In Vain.

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Spring's First Conviction Is A Wealth Beyond Its Whole Experience.

Because I Could Not Stop For Death, He Kindly Stopped For Me; The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves And Immortality. We Slowly Drove, He Knew No Haste, And I Had Put Away My Labour, And My Leisure Too, For His Civility. We Passed The School Where Children Played, Their Lessons Scarcely Done; We Passed The Fields Of Gazing Grain, We Passed The Setting Sun. We Paused Before A House That Seemed A Swelling Of The Ground; The Roof Was Scarcely Visible, The Cornice But A Mound. Since Then 'tis Centuries; But Each Feels Shorter Than The Day I First Surmised The Horses' Heads Were Toward Eternity.

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The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees Are Few.

Will You Tell Me My Fault, Frankly As To Yourself, For I Had Rather Wince, Than Die. Men Do Not Call The Surgeon To Commend The Bone, But To Set It, Sir.

A Courteous, Yet Harrowing Grace, As Guest, That Would Be Gone

Faith-is The Pierless Bridge Supporting What We See Unto The Scene That We Do Not.

To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave— But Gallanter, I Know Who Charge Within The Bosom The Cavalry Of Wo— Who Win, And Nations Do Not See— Who Fall — And None Observe — Whose Dying Eyes, No Country Regards With Patriot Love— We Trust, In Plumed Procession For Such, The Angels Go— Rank After Rank, With Even Feet— And Uniforms Of Snow.

It Is Finished, Is Never Said Of Us

But A Book Is Only The Heart's Portrait- Every Page A Pulse.

Success Is Counted Sweetest / By Those Who Ne'er Succeed.

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One Step At A Time Is All It Takes To Get You There.

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The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

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Drunkards Of Summer Are Quite As Frequent As Drunkards Of Wine.

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several - Childhood - Some Forms Of Hope - The Dead.

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Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.

His Mind Of Man, A Secret Makes I Meet Him With A Start He Carries A Circumference In Which I Have No Part.

If Aims Impel These Astral Ones The Ones Allowed To Know Know That Which Makes Them As Forgot As Dawn Forgets Them Now

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She Rose To His Requirement, Dropped The Playthings Of Her Life To Take The Honorable Work Of Woman And Of Wife.

Nods From The Gilded Pointers - Nods From The Seconds Slim - Decades Of Arrogance Between The Dial Life - And Him -

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Friends Are Nations In Themselves.

Till I Loved I Never Lived.

How Lucious Lies The Pea Within The Pod.

Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice Of Strength.

Life Is A Spell So Exquisite That Everything Conspires To Break It.

The Things Of Which We Want The Proof Are Those We Know The Best.

Life Is The Finest Secret. So Long As That Remains, We Must All Whisper.

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A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

Faith Slips - And Laughs, And Rallies

I Cling To Nowhere Until I Fall - The Crash Of Nothing.

Prosperity Whose Sources Are Interior. As Soon Adversity A Diamond Overtake.

How Odd That Girl's Life Looks Behind This Soft Eclipse! I Think That Earth Seems So To Those In Heaven Now. This Being Comfort, Then That Other Kind Was Pain; But Why Compare? I'm Wife! Stop There!

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.

The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar, That If The Heaven Inquire, He Will Not Be Obliged To Wait, Or Shy Of Troubling Her. Depart, Before The Host Has Slid The Bolt Upon The Door, To Seek For The Accomplished Guest, -- Her Visitor No More.

Those Who Lift Their Hats Shall See Nature As Devout Do God.

Positive Atheism

I Like A Look Of Agony, Because I Know It's True - Men Do Not Sham Convulsion, Nor Simulate, A Throe

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All Things Do Go A-courting, In Earth, Or Sea, Or Air, God Hath Made Nothing Single But Thee In His World So Fair.

He Fumbles At Your Spirit As Players At The Keys Before They Drop Full Music On; He Stuns You By Degrees. Prepares Your Brittle Substance For The Ethereal Blow By Fainter Hammers, Further Heard, Then Nearer, Then So Slow Your Breath Has Time To Straighten Your Brain To Bubble Cool,- Deals One Imperial Thunderbolt That Scalps Your Naked Soul.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach Where Presence - Is Denied Them. They Fling Their Speech By Means Of It - In God's Ear - If Then He Hear - This Sums The Apparatus Comprised In Prayer

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