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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Category: Age Author: Emily Dickinson
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We trust in plumed procession
For such the angels go -
Rank after Rank, with even feet -
And uniforms of Snow.
Category: Angels Author: Emily Dickinson
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Anger as soon as fed is dead -
'Tis starving makes it fat.
Category: Anger Author: Emily Dickinson
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Besides the autumn poets sing,
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the haze.
Category: Autumn Author: Emily Dickinson
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That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Category: Carpe Diem Author: Emily Dickinson
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Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality
Category: Death Author: Emily Dickinson
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You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself that my father bought me. They are better than human beings, because they know but do not tell.
Category: Dogs Author: Emily Dickinson
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They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Category: God Author: Emily Dickinson
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Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day
Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Category: Happiness Author: Emily Dickinson
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Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it.
Category: Honesty Author: Emily Dickinson
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Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops... at all.
Category: Hope Author: Emily Dickinson
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The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.
Category: Imagination Author: Emily Dickinson
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To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
Category: Imagination Author: Emily Dickinson Source: Poems
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The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee, a clover, anytime, to him, is aristocracy.
Category: Insects Author: Emily Dickinson
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A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Category: Letters Author: Emily Dickinson
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A Letter is a Joy of Earth -
It is denied the Gods
Category: Letters Author: Emily Dickinson
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Category: Life Author: Emily Dickinson
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I'll tell you how the sun rose a ribbon at a time.
Category: Light Author: Emily Dickinson
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Forever is composed of nows.
Category: Live Now Author: Emily Dickinson
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Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit - Life!
Category: Medical Subjects Author: Emily Dickinson
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