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| 141. | Frequently the wood are pink by Emily Dickinson | | Frequently the wood are pink --
Frequently are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see... |
| 142. | He ate and drank the precious Words -- by Emily Dickinson | | He ate and drank the precious Words --
His Spirit grew robust --
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust --
He danced alon... |
| 143. | She sweeps with many-colored Brooms by Emily Dickinson | | She sweeps with many-colored Brooms --
And leaves the Shreds behind --
Oh Housewife in the Evening West --
Come back, and dust the Pond!
You dro... |
| 144. | Bring me the sunset in a cup, by Emily Dickinson | | Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps --
Tell me what time the wea... |
| 145. | Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge by Emily Dickinson | | Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge
Supporting what We see
Unto the Scene that We do not --
Too slender for the eye
It bears the Soul as bold
As it... |
| 146. | Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- by Emily Dickinson | | Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
It cannot recollect
When it begun -- or if there were
A time when it was not --
It has no Future -- but itsel... |
| 147. | A sepal, petal, and a thorn by Emily Dickinson | | A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn --
A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
And I'm a Rose!... |
| 148. | At Half past Three, a single Bird by Emily Dickinson | | At Half past Three, a single Bird
Unto a silent Sky
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.
At Half past Four, Experiment
Had subjugat... |
| 149. | Before the ice is in the pools by Emily Dickinson | | Before the ice is in the pools --
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow --
Before the fields have finished,
... |
| 150. | Drowning is not so pitiful by Emily Dickinson | | Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise
Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To ... |
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