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The single hound : poems of a lifetime

Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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TO SUE.
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THE SINGLE HOUND
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[I. Adventure most unto itself]
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[II. The Soul that hath a Guest]
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[III. Except the smaller size, no Lives are round]
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[IV. Fame is a fickle food]
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[V. The right to perish might be thought]
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[VI. Peril as a possession]
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[VII. When Etna basks and purrs]
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[VIII. Reverse cannot befall that fine Prosperity]
 9. 
[IX. To be alive is power]
 10. 
[X. Witchcraft has not a pedigree]
 11. 
[XI. Exhilaration is the Breeze]
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[XII. No romance sold unto]
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[XIII. If what we could were what we would]
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[XIV. Perception of an Object costs]
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[XV. No other can reduce]
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[XVI. The blunder is to estimate]
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[XVII. My Wheel is in the dark]
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[XVIII. There is another Loneliness]
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[XIX. So gay a flower bereaved the mind]
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[XX. Glory is that bright tragic thing]
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[XXI. The missing All prevented me]
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[XXII. His mind, of man a secret makes]
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[XXIII. The suburbs of a secret]
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[XXIV. The difference between despair]
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[XXV. There is a solitude of space]
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[XXVI. The props assist the house]
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[XXVII. The gleam of an heroic act]
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[XXVIII. Of Death the sharpest function]
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[XXIX. Down Time's quaint stream]
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[XXX. I bet with every Wind that blew, till Nature in chagrin]
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[XXXI. The Future never spoke]
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[XXXII. Two lengths has every day]
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[XXXIII. The Soul's superior instants]
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[XXXIV. Nature is what we see]
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[XXXV. Ah, Teneriffe]
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[XXXVI. She died at play]
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[XXXVII. “Morning” means “Milking” to the Farmer]
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[XXXVIII. A little madness in the Spring]
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[XXXIX. I can't tell you, but you feel it]
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[XL. Some Days retired from the rest]
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[XLI. Like Men and Women shadows walk]
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[XLII. The butterfly obtains]
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[XLIII. Beauty crowds me till I die]
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[XLIV. We spy the Forests and the Hills]
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[XLV. I never told the buried gold]
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[XLVI. The largest fire ever known]
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[XLVII. Bloom upon the Mountain, stated]
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[XLVIII. March is the month of expectation]
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[XLIX. The Duties of the Wind are few]
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[L. The Winds drew off]
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[LI. I think that the root of the Wind is Water]
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[LII. So, from the mould]
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[LIII. The long sigh of the Frog]
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[LIV. A cap of lead across the sky]
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[LV. I send two Sunsets]
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[LVI. Of this is Day composed]
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[LVII. The Hills erect their purple heads]
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[LVIII. Lightly stepped a yellow star]
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[LIX. The Moon upon her fluent route]
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[LX. Like some old fashioned miracle]
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[LXI. Glowing is her Bonnet]
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[LXII. Forever cherished be the tree]
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[LXIII. The Ones that disappeared are back]
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[LXIV. Those final Creatures,—who they are]
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[LXV. Summer begins to have the look]
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[LXVI. A prompt, executive Bird is the Jay]
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[LXVII. Like brooms of steel]
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[LXVIII. These are the days that Reindeer love]
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[LXIX. Follow wise Orion]
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[LXX. In Winter, in my room]
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[LXXI. Not any sunny tone]
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[LXXII. For Death,—or rather]
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[LXXIII. Dropped into the Ether Acre]
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[LXXIV. This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies]
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[LXXV. 'Twas comfort in her dying room]
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[LXXVI. Too cold is this]
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[LXXVII. I watched her face to see which way]
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[LXXVIII. Today or this noon]
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[LXXIX. I see thee better in the dark]
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[LXXX. Low at my problem bending]
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[LXXXI. If pain for peace prepares]
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[LXXXII. I fit for them]
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[LXXXIII. Not one by Heaven defrauded stay]
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[LXXXIV. The feet of people walking home]
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[LXXXV. We should not mind so small a flower]
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[LXXXVI. To the staunch Dust we safe commit thee]
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[LXXXVII. Her “Last Poems”]
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[LXXXVIII. Immured in Heaven! What a Cell!]
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[LXXXIX. I'm thinking of that other morn]
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[XC. The overtakelessness of those]
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[XCI. The Look of Thee, what is it like?]
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[XCII. The Devil, had he fidelity]
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[XCIII. Papa above]
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[XCIV. Not when we know]
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[XCV. Elijah's wagon knew no thill]
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[XCVI. “Remember me,” implored the Thief]
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[XCVII. To this apartment deep]
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[XCVIII. Sown in dishonor?]
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[XCIX. Who is it seeks my pillow nights?]
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[C. His Cheek is his Biographer]
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[CI. “Heavenly Father,” take to thee]
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[CII. The sweets of Pillage can be known]
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[CIII. A little over Jordan]
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[CIV. Dust is the only secret]
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[CV. Ambition cannot find him]
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[CVI. Eden is that old fashioned House]
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[CVII. Candor, my tepid Friend]
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[CVIII. Speech is a symptom of affection]
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[CIX. Who were “the Father and the Son”]
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[CX. That Love is all there is]
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[CXI. The luxury to apprehend]
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[CXII. The Sea said “Come” to the Brook]
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[CXIII. All I may, if small]
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[CXIV. Love reckons by itself alone]
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[CXV. The inundation of the Spring]
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[CXVI. No Autumn's intercepting chill]
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[CXVII. Volcanoes be in Sicily]
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[CXVIII. Distance is not the realm of Fox]
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[CXIX. The treason of an accent]
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[CXX. How destitute is he]
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[CXXI. Crisis is sweet and, set the Heart]
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[CXXII. To tell the beauty would decrease]
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[CXXIII. To love thee, year by year]
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[CXXIV. I showed her heights she never saw]
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[CXXV. On my volcano grows the grass]
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[CXXVI. If I could tell how glad I was]
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[CXXVII. Her Grace is all she has]
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[CXXVIII. No matter where the Saints abide]
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[CXXIX. To see her is a picture]
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[CXXX. So set its sun in thee]
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[CXXXI. Had this one day not been]
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[CXXXII. That she forgot me was the least]
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[CXXXIII. The incidents of Love]
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[CXXXIV. Just so, Jesus raps—He does not weary]
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[CXXXV. Safe Despair it is that raves]
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[CXXXVI. The Face we choose to miss]
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[CXXXVII. Of so divine a loss]
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[CXXXVIII. The healed Heart shows its shallow scar]
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[CXXXIX. To pile like Thunder to its close]
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[CXL. The Stars are old, that stood for me]
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[CXLI. All circumstances are the frame]
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[CXLII. I did not reach thee]

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[CVIII. Speech is a symptom of affection]

Speech is a symptom of affection,
And Silence one,
The perfectest communication
Is heard of none—
Exists and its endorsement
Is had within—
Behold! said the Apostle,
Yet had not seen.
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