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Poems by Emily Dickinson

Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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I. LIFE.
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I. REAL RICHES.
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II. SUPERIORITY TO FATE.
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III. HOPE.
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IV. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. I.
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V. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. II.
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VI. A WORD.
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[VII. To venerate the simple days]
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VIII. LIFE'S TRADES.
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[IX. Drowning is not so pitiful]
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[X. How still the bells in steeples stand]
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[XI. If the foolish call them ‘flowers,’]
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XII. A SYLLABLE.
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XIII. PARTING.
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XIV. ASPIRATION.
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XV. THE INEVITABLE,
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XVI. A BOOK.
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[XVII. Who has not found the heaven below]
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XVIII. A PORTRAIT.
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XIX. I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN.
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XX. SATURDAY AFTERNOON.
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[XXI. Few get enough,—enough is one]
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[XXII. Upon the gallows hung a wretch]
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XXIII. THE LOST THOUGHT.
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XXIV. RETICENCE.
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XXV. WITH FLOWERS.
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[XXVI. The farthest thunder that I heard]
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[XXVII. On the bleakness of my lot]
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XXVIII. CONTRAST.
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XXIX. FRIENDS.
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XXX. FIRE.
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XXXI. A MAN.
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XXXII. VENTURES.
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XXXIII. GRIEFS.
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[XXXIV. I have a king who does not speak]
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XXXV. DISENCHANTMENT.
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XXXVI. LOST FAITH.
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XXXVII. LOST JOY.
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[XXXVIII. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat]
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[XXXIX. Life and Death, and Giants]
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XL. ALPINE GLOW.
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XLI. REMEMBRANCE.
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[XLII. To hang our head ostensibly]
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XLIII. THE BRAIN.
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[XLIV. The bone that has no marrow]
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XLV. THE PAST.
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[XLVI. To help our bleaker parts]
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[XLVII. What soft, cherubic creatures]
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XLVIII. DESIRE.
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XLIX. PHILOSOPHY.
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L. POWER.
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[LI. A modest lot, a fame petite]
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[LII. Is bliss, then, such abyss]
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LIII. EXPERIENCE.
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LIV. THANKSGIVING DAY.
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LV. CHILDISH GRIEFS.
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II. LOVE.
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III. NATURE.
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IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.

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XIV.
ASPIRATION.

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.
The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.
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