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Poems by Emily Dickinson

Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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I. LIFE.
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II. LOVE.
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III. NATURE.
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I. MOTHER NATURE.
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II. OUT OF THE MORNING.
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[III. At half-past three a single bird]
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IV. DAY'S PARLOR.
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V. THE SUN'S WOOING.
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VI. THE ROBIN.
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VII. THE BUTTERFLY'S DAY.
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VIII. THE BLUEBIRD.
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IX. APRIL.
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X. THE SLEEPING FLOWERS.
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XI. MY ROSE.
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XII. THE ORIOLE'S SECRET.
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XIII. THE ORIOLE.
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XIV. IN SHADOW.
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XV. THE HUMMING-BIRD.
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XVI. SECRETS.
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[XVII. Who robbed the woods]
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XVIII. TWO VOYAGERS.
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XIX. BY THE SEA.
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XX. OLD-FASHIONED.
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XXI. A TEMPEST.
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XXII. THE SEA.
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XXIII. IN THE GARDEN.
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XXIV. THE SNAKE.
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XXV. THE MUSHROOM.
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XXVI. THE STORM.
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XXVII. THE SPIDER.
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[XXVIII. I know a place where summer strives]
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[XXIX. The one that could repeat the summer day]
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XXX. THE WIND'S VISIT.
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[XXXI. Nature rarer uses yellow]
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XXXII. GOSSIP.
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XXXIII. SIMPLICITY.
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XXXIV. STORM.
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XXXV. THE RAT.
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[XXXVI. Frequently the woods are pink]
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XXXVII. A THUNDER-STORM.
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XXXVIII. WITH FLOWERS.
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XXXIX. SUNSET.
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[XL. She sweeps with many-colored brooms]
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[XLI. Like mighty footlights burned the red]
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XLII. PROBLEMS.
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XLIII. THE JUGGLER OF DAY.
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XLIV. MY CRICKET.
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[XLV. As imperceptibly as grief]
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[XLVI. It can't be summer,—that got through]
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XLVII. SUMMER'S OBSEQUIES.
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XLVIII. FRINGED GENTIAN.
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XLIX. NOVEMBER.
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L. THE SNOW.
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LI THE BLUE JAY.
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IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.

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XXXV.
THE RAT.

The rat is the concisest tenant.
He pays no rent,—
Repudiates the obligation,
On schemes intent.
Balking our wit
To sound or circumvent,
Hate cannot harm
A foe so reticent.
Neither decree
Prohibits him,
Lawful as
Equilibrium.
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