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Poems by Emily Dickinson

Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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[My nosegays are for captives]
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I. LIFE.
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II. LOVE.
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III. NATURE.
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IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.
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[I. Let down the bars, O Death]
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[II. Going to heaven]
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[III. At least to pray is left, is left]
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IV. EPITAPH.
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[V. Morns like these we parted]
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[VI. A death-blow is a life-blow to some]
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[VII. I read my sentence steadily]
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[VIII. I have not told my garden yet]
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IX. THE BATTLE-FIELD.
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[X. The only ghost I ever saw]
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[XI. Some, too fragile for winter winds]
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[XII. As by the dead we love to sit]
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XIII. MEMORIALS.
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[XIV. I went to heaven]
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[XV. Their height in heaven comforts not]
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[XVI. There is a shame of nobleness]
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XVII. TRIUMPH.
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[XVIII. Pompless no life can pass away]
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[XIX. I noticed people disappeared]
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XX. FOLLOWING.
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[XXI. If anybody's friend be dead]
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XXII. THE JOURNEY.
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XXIII. A COUNTRY BURIAL.
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XXIV. GOING.
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[XXV. Essential oils are wrung]
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[XXVI. I lived on dread; to those who know]
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[XXVII. If I should die]
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XXVIII. AT LENGTH.
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XXIX. GHOSTS.
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XXX. VANISHED.
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XXXI. PRECEDENCE.
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XXXII. GONE.
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XXXIII. REQUIEM.
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[XXXIV. What inn is this]
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[XXXV. It was not death, for I stood up]
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XXXVI. TILL THE END.
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XXXVII. VOID.
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[XXXVIII. A throe upon the features]
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XXXIX. SAVED!
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[XL. I think just how my shape will rise]
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XLI. THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE.
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[XLII. Lay this laurel on the one]

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[XIII. The moon is distant from the sea]

The moon is distant from the sea,
And yet with amber hands
She leads him, docile as a boy,
Along appointed sands.
He never misses a degree;
Obedient to her eye,
He comes just so far toward the town,
Just so far goes away.
Oh, Signor, thine the amber hand,
And mine the distant sea,—
Obedient to the least command
Thine eyes impose on me.
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