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| 551. | The Popular Heart is a Cannon first -- by Emily Dickinson | | The Popular Heart is a Cannon first --
Subsequent a Drum --
Bells for an Auxiliary
And an Afterward of Rum --
Not a Tomorrow to know its name
N... |
| 552. | The power to be true to You, by Emily Dickinson | | The power to be true to You,
Until upon my face
The Judgment push his Picture --
Presumptuous of Your Place --
Of This -- Could Man deprive Me -... |
| 553. | The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves by Emily Dickinson | | The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Her unintending Eyes --
Took her own Heart, including ours,
By innocent Surprise --
The wrestle in her si... |
| 554. | The Products of my Farm are these by Emily Dickinson | | The Products of my Farm are these
Sufficient for my Own
And here and there a Benefit
Unto a Neighbor's Bin.
With Us, 'tis Harvest all the Year
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| 555. | The Props assist the House by Emily Dickinson | | The Props assist the House
Until the House is built
And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The House support itself
And cease to recoll... |
| 556. | The Province of the Saved by Emily Dickinson | | The Province of the Saved
Should be the Art -- To save --
Through Skill obtained in Themselves --
The Science of the Grave
No Man can understand... |
| 557. | The pungent atom in the Air by Emily Dickinson | | The pungent atom in the Air
Admits of no debate --
All that is named of Summer Days
Relinquished our Estate --
For what Department of Delight
A... |
| 558. | The reticent volcano keeps by Emily Dickinson | | The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan --
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
If nature will not tell the tale
J... |
| 559. | The right to perish might be thought by Emily Dickinson | | The right to perish might be thought
An undisputed right --
Attempt it, and the Universe
Upon the opposite
Will concentrate its officers --
You c... |
| 560. | The Service without Hope -- by Emily Dickinson | | The Service without Hope --
Is tenderest, I think --
Because 'tis unsustained
By stint -- Rewarded Work --
Has impetus of Gain --
And impetus o... |
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