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| 251. | The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, by Emily Dickinson | | The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.
The former assists a... |
| 252. | The Road to Paradise is plain, by Emily Dickinson | | The Road to Paradise is plain,
And holds scarce one.
Not that it is not firm
But we presume
A Dimpled Road
Is more preferred.
The Belles of Para... |
| 253. | The Rose did caper on her cheek by Emily Dickinson | | The Rose did caper on her cheek --
Her Bodice rose and fell --
Her pretty speech -- like drunken men --
Did stagger pitiful --
Her fingers fumbl... |
| 254. | The Spider as an Artist by Emily Dickinson | | The Spider as an Artist
Has never been employed --
Though his surpassing Merit
Is freely certified
By every Broom and Bridget
Throughout a Chri... |
| 255. | The spry Arms of the Wind by Emily Dickinson | | The spry Arms of the Wind
If I could crawl between
I have an errand imminent
To an adjoining Zone --
I should not care to stop
My Process is no... |
| 256. | The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! by Emily Dickinson | | The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!
The Hills to meet him rose!
On his side, what Transaction!
On their side, what Repose!
Deeper and deep... |
| 257. | The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man by Emily Dickinson | | The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man --
And like a Host -- "Come in"
I boldly answered -- entered then
My Residence within
A Rapid -- footless Gu... |
| 258. | The words the happy say by Emily Dickinson | | The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful --... |
| 259. | They dropped like Flakes by Emily Dickinson | | They dropped like Flakes --
They dropped like Stars --
Like Petals from a Rose --
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers -- goes --
... |
| 260. | This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life by Emily Dickinson | | This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
I mention it to you,
When Sunrise through a fissure drop
The Day must follow too.
If we demur, its gaping sides
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