Bibliography

1. dickinson-series01_001-1890
   • author: dickinson
   • title: dickinson-series01_001-1890
   • date: 1890
   • words: 3
   • flesch: 119
   • summary: Poem I. LIFE.
   • keywords: poem
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2. dickinson-series01_002-1890
   • author: dickinson
   • title: dickinson-series01_002-1890
   • date: 1890
   • words: 75
   • flesch: 77
   • summary: Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear! [Published in A Masque of Poets at the request of H.H., the author's fellow-townswoman and friend.]
   • keywords: success
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3. dickinson-series01_003-1890
   • author: dickinson
   • title: dickinson-series01_003-1890
   • date: 1890
   • words: 42
   • flesch: 103
   • summary: Our share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Poem II.
   • keywords: share
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4. dickinson-series01_004-1890
   • author: dickinson
   • title: dickinson-series01_004-1890
   • date: 1890
   • words: 40
   • flesch: 99
   • summary: Angels' breathless ballot Lingers to record thee; Imps in eager caucus Raffle for my soul. ROUGE ET NOIR.
   • keywords: soul
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5. dickinson-series01_006-1890
   • author: dickinson
   • title: dickinson-series01_006-1890
   • date: 1890
   • words: 88
   • flesch: 88
   • summary: Toll, for the bonnie souls, -- Neighbor and friend and bridegroom, Spinning upon the shoals! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand.
   • keywords: children
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6. dickinson-series01_007-1890
   • author: dickinson
   • title: dickinson-series01_007-1890
   • date: 1890
   • words: 43
   • flesch: 101
   • summary: If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. Poem VI.
   • keywords: poem vi
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7. dickinson-series01_008-1890
   • author: dickinson
   • title: dickinson-series01_008-1890
   • date: 1890
   • words: 43
   • flesch: 94
   • summary: So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago. Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away!
   • keywords: soft
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8. dickinson-series01_009-1890
   • author: dickinson
   • title: dickinson-series01_009-1890
   • date: 1890
   • words: 67
   • flesch: 93
   • summary: A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. Poem VIII.
   • keywords: poem viii
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9. dickinson-series01_010-1890
   • author: dickinson
   • title: dickinson-series01_010-1890
   • date: 1890
   • words: 41
   • flesch: 91
   • summary: The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; Poem IX.
   • keywords: poem ix
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10. dickinson-series01_011-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_011-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 145
    • flesch: 65
    • summary: And Sophocles a man; When Sappho was a living girl, And Beatrice wore The gown that Dante deified. Facts, centuries before, He traverses familiar, As one should come to town And tell you all your dreams were true; He lived where dreams were sown. A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young.
    • keywords: old
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11. dickinson-series01_012-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_012-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 40
    • flesch: 84
    • summary: Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. Poem XI.
    • keywords: madness
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12. dickinson-series01_013-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_013-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 42
    • flesch: 101
    • summary: He twirled a button, Without a glance my way: But, madam, is there nothing else That we can show to-day? Poem XII.
    • keywords: brazil
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13. dickinson-series01_014-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_014-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 58
    • flesch: 82
    • summary: I've known her from an ample nation Choose one; Then close the valves of her attention Like stone. Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing At her low gate; Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling Upon her mat.
    • keywords: exclusion
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14. dickinson-series01_015-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_015-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 47
    • flesch: 109
    • summary: Some things that stay there be, -- Grief, hills, eternity: Poem XIV.
    • keywords: things
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15. dickinson-series01_016-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_016-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 179
    • flesch: 100
    • summary: But they could gag the tick, And mice won't bark; And so the walls don't tell, None will. There's plunder, -- where? Tankard, or spoon, Earring, or stone, A watch, some ancient brooch To match the grandmamma, Staid sleeping there.
    • keywords: lonely
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16. dickinson-series01_017-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_017-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 62
    • flesch: 89
    • summary: We trust, in plumed procession, For such the angels go, Rank after rank, with even feet And uniforms of snow. Who win, and nations do not see, Who fall, and none observe, Whose dying eyes no country Regards with patriot love.
    • keywords: rank
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17. dickinson-series01_018-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_018-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 46
    • flesch: 99
    • summary: When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It 's time to smooth the hair And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but an hour. Poem XVII.
    • keywords: dawn
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18. dickinson-series01_019-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_019-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 71
    • flesch: 92
    • summary: The river could not drown; Brave names of men And celestial women, Passed out of record Into renown! Read then of faith That shone above the fagot; Clear strains of hymn
    • keywords: poem
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19. dickinson-series01_020-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_020-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 48
    • flesch: 88
    • summary: It has no future but itself, Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain. Poem XIX.
    • keywords: pain
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20. dickinson-series01_021-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_021-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 86
    • flesch: 78
    • summary: Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. Poem XX. I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol!
    • keywords: poem
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21. dickinson-series01_022-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_022-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 50
    • flesch: 103
    • summary: 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 along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book.
    • keywords: book
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22. dickinson-series01_023-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_023-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 48
    • flesch: 100
    • summary: I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love; but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.
    • keywords: time
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23. dickinson-series01_025-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_025-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 43
    • flesch: 91
    • summary: Whether my bark went down at sea, Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails; By what mystic mooring She is held to-day, -- This is the errand of the eye Out upon the bay. Poem XXIV.
    • keywords: poem
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24. dickinson-series01_026-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_026-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 35
    • flesch: 74
    • summary: Belshazzar had a letter, -- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us Poem XXV.
    • keywords: belshazzar
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25. dickinson-series01_027-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_027-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 43
    • flesch: 88
    • summary: The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, 'T were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills, And scooped a turnpike for themselves, And blotted out the mills! Poem XXVI.
    • keywords: poem xxvi
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26. dickinson-series01_028-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_028-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 3
    • flesch: 119
    • summary: Poem II. LOVE.
    • keywords: poem
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27. dickinson-series01_029-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_029-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 50
    • flesch: 95
    • summary: Mine, here in vision and in veto! Mine, by the grave's repeal Titled, confirmed, -- delirious charter! Mine by the right of the white election!
    • keywords: poem
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28. dickinson-series01_030-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_030-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 41
    • flesch: 81
    • summary: You left me, sweet, two legacies, -- A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. Poem II.
    • keywords: poem
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29. dickinson-series01_031-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_031-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 36
    • flesch: 101
    • summary: Poem III. When the sun Question if his glory Be the perfect one.
    • keywords: alter
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30. dickinson-series01_032-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_032-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 44
    • flesch: 91
    • summary: Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom. Poem IV. SUSPENSE.
    • keywords: room
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31. dickinson-series01_033-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_033-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 89
    • flesch: 88
    • summary: It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; I ceded all of dust I knew, -- What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might, Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee! The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can, -- Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own!
    • keywords: poem
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32. dickinson-series01_034-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_034-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 124
    • flesch: 90
    • summary: If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity.
    • keywords: time
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33. dickinson-series01_035-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_035-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 45
    • flesch: 84
    • summary: And angels know the rest. Poem VII.
    • keywords: flower
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34. dickinson-series01_036-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_036-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 50
    • flesch: 98
    • summary: This, dost thou doubt, sweet? Then have I Nothing to show But Calvary. That I shall love alway, I offer thee That love is life, And life hath immortality.
    • keywords: love
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35. dickinson-series01_037-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_037-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 99
    • flesch: 91
    • summary: Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so? And later, in August it may be, When the meadows parching lie, Beware, lest this little brook of life Some burning noon go dry!
    • keywords: little
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36. dickinson-series01_038-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_038-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 60
    • flesch: 83
    • summary: As if some little Arctic flower, Upon the polar hem, Went wandering down the latitudes, Until it puzzled came To continents of summer, To firmaments of sun, To strange, bright crowds of flowers, And birds of foreign tongue! Poem X. TRANSPLANTED.
    • keywords: little
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37. dickinson-series01_039-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_039-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 34
    • flesch: 106
    • summary: I'll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, -- Say, sea, Take me! My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
    • keywords: sea
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38. dickinson-series01_040-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_040-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 212
    • flesch: 95
    • summary: And I had no more eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise. I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to, Putting up Our life, his porcelain, Like a cup Discarded of the housewife, Quaint or broken; A newer Sevres pleases, Old ones crack.
    • keywords: life
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39. dickinson-series01_041-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_041-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 156
    • flesch: 83
    • summary: Sufficient troth that we shall rise -- Deposed, at length, the grave -- To that new marriage, justified Through Calvaries of Love! The hours slid fast, as hours will, Clutched tight by greedy hands; So faces on two decks look back, Bound to opposing lands.
    • keywords: time
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40. dickinson-series01_042-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_042-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 117
    • flesch: 85
    • summary: But this time consciously, of grace Unto supremest name, Called to my full, the crescent dropped, Existence's whole arc filled up With one small diadem. I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs; The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now, And they can put it with my dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools I've finished threading too. Baptized before without the choice,
    • keywords: time
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41. dickinson-series01_043-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_043-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 80
    • flesch: 75
    • summary: 'T was a long parting, but the time For interview had come; Before the judgment-seat of God, The last and second time These fleshless lovers met, A heaven in a gaze, A heaven of heavens, the privilege Of one another's eyes. No lifetime set on them, Apparelled as the new Unborn, except they had beheld, Born everlasting now.
    • keywords: heaven
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42. dickinson-series01_044-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_044-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 63
    • flesch: 96
    • summary: I'm wife; I've finished that, That other state; I'm Czar, I'm woman now: It's safer so. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife!
    • keywords: wife
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43. dickinson-series01_045-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_045-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 67
    • flesch: 87
    • summary: She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife. If aught she missed in her new day Of amplitude, or awe, Or first prospective, or the gold In using wore away, It lay unmentioned, as the sea Develops pearl and weed, But only to himself is known The fathoms they abide.
    • keywords: wife
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44. dickinson-series01_046-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_046-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 35
    • flesch: 91
    • summary: Lips unused to thee, Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee, Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums, Counts his nectars -- enters, And is lost in balms! Poem XVIII.
    • keywords: apotheosis
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45. dickinson-series01_047-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_047-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 3
    • flesch: 119
    • summary: Poem III. NATURE.
    • keywords: poem
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46. dickinson-series01_048-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_048-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 42
    • flesch: 82
    • summary: Poem I. New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns, And still the punctual snow!
    • keywords: new
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47. dickinson-series01_049-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_049-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 41
    • flesch: 91
    • summary: Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll, Next to the robin In every human soul. Bold little beauty, Bedecked with thee, Nature forswears Antiquity.
    • keywords: poem
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48. dickinson-series01_050-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_050-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 66
    • flesch: 98
    • summary: The red upon the hill Taketh away my will; If anybody sneer, Take care, for God is here, That's all. Poem III.
    • keywords: poem
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49. dickinson-series01_051-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_051-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 55
    • flesch: 92
    • summary: If you would like to borrow Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet Beneath the village door, Until the bees, from clover rows Their hock and sherry draw, Why, I will lend until just then, But not an hour more! Poem IV.
    • keywords: poem
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50. dickinson-series01_052-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_052-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 19
    • flesch: 85
    • summary: The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy. Poem V.
    • keywords: aristocracy
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51. dickinson-series01_053-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_053-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 78
    • flesch: 87
    • summary: Some keep the Sabbath in surplice; I just wear my wings, And instead of tolling the bell for church, Our little sexton sings. Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome.
    • keywords: sabbath
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52. dickinson-series01_054-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_054-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 44
    • flesch: 94
    • summary: The brooks laugh louder when I come, The breezes madder play. The bee is not afraid of me, I know the butterfly; The pretty people in the woods Receive me cordially.
    • keywords: poem
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53. dickinson-series01_055-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_055-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 131
    • flesch: 83
    • summary: Without commander, countless, still, The regiment of wood and hill In bright detachment stand. Behold! From some old fortress on the sun Baronial bees march, one by one, In murmuring platoon!
    • keywords: feather
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54. dickinson-series01_056-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_056-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 115
    • flesch: 91
    • summary: The grass so little has to do, -- A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain, And stir all day to pretty tunes And even when it dies, to pass In odors so divine, As lowly spices gone to sleep, Or amulets of pine.
    • keywords: grass
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55. dickinson-series01_057-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_057-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 45
    • flesch: 86
    • summary: Poem X. A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself, 'T is that I cannot say; I only sigh, -- no vehicle Bears me along that way.
    • keywords: poem x.
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56. dickinson-series01_058-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_058-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 93
    • flesch: 96
    • summary: The dust replaced in hoisted roads, The birds jocoser sung; The sunshine threw his hat away, The orchards spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected lutes, And bathed them in the glee; The East put out a single flag, And signed the fete away.
    • keywords: poem
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57. dickinson-series01_059-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_059-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 186
    • flesch: 70
    • summary: The wizard-fingers never rest, The purple brook within the breast Still chafes its narrow bed; Still rears the East her amber flag, Guides still the sun along the crag His caravan of red, Like flowers that heard the tale of dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their low brows; Or bees, that thought the summer's name Some rumor of delirium No summer could for them; Or Arctic creature, dimly stirred By tropic hint, -- some travelled bird Imported to the wood; Or wind's bright signal to the ear, Making that homely and severe, Contented, known, before A something in a summer's noon, -- An azure depth, a wordless tune, Transcending ecstasy.
    • keywords: summer
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58. dickinson-series01_060-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_060-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 55
    • flesch: 89
    • summary: Night after night her purple traffic Strews the landing with opal bales; Merchantmen poise upon horizons, Dip, and vanish with fairy sails. Poem XIII.
    • keywords: sea
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59. dickinson-series01_061-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_061-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 154
    • flesch: 80
    • summary: She doth not wait for June; Before the world is green Her sturdy little countenance Against the wind is seen, Contending with the grass, Near kinsman to herself, For privilege of sod and sun, Sweet litigants for life. And when the hills are full, And newer fashions blow, Doth not retract a single spice For pang of jealousy.
    • keywords: purple
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60. dickinson-series01_062-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_062-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 82
    • flesch: 82
    • summary: Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry consumes, While he, victorious, tilts away To vanquish other blooms. His labor is a chant, His idleness a tune; Oh, for a bee's experience Of clovers and of noon!
    • keywords: bee
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61. dickinson-series01_063-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_063-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 27
    • flesch: 83
    • summary: Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass. Poem XVI.
    • keywords: poem xvi
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62. dickinson-series01_064-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_064-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 46
    • flesch: 95
    • summary: As children bid the guest good-night, And then reluctant turn, My flowers raise their pretty lips, Then put their nightgowns on. Poem XVII.
    • keywords: children
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63. dickinson-series01_065-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_065-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 45
    • flesch: 74
    • summary: Angels in the early morning May be seen the dews among, Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong? Angels when the sun is hottest May be seen the sands among, Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying; Parched the flowers they bear along. Poem XVIII.
    • keywords: plucking
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64. dickinson-series01_066-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_066-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 61
    • flesch: 93
    • summary: Poem XIX. For whom I robbed the dingle, For whom betrayed the dell, Many will doubtless ask me,
    • keywords: poem xix
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65. dickinson-series01_067-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_067-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 64
    • flesch: 86
    • summary: It makes no difference abroad, The seasons fit the same, The mornings blossom into noons, And split their pods of flame. Wild-flowers kindle in the woods, The brooks brag all the day; No blackbird bates his jargoning For passing Calvary.
    • keywords: poem
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66. dickinson-series01_068-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_068-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 41
    • flesch: 78
    • summary: The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor. Poem XXI.
    • keywords: mountain
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67. dickinson-series01_069-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_069-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 92
    • flesch: 102
    • summary: There seemed a purple stile Which little yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while Till when they reached the other side, A dominie in gray Put gently up the evening bars, And led the flock away. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
    • keywords: sun
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68. dickinson-series01_070-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_070-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 30
    • flesch: 69
    • summary: How condescending to descend, And be of buttercups the friend In a New England town! The butterfly's assumption-gown, In chrysoprase apartments hung, This afternoon put on.
    • keywords: poem
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69. dickinson-series01_071-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_071-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 116
    • flesch: 79
    • summary: When winds go round and round in bands, And thrum upon the door, And birds take places overhead, To bear them orchestra, I crave him grace, of summer boughs, If such an outcast be, He never heard that fleshless chant Rise solemn in the tree, As if some caravan of sound On deserts, in the sky, Had broken rank, Then knit, and passed In seamless company. Poem XXIV.
    • keywords: wind
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70. dickinson-series01_072-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_072-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 41
    • flesch: 80
    • summary: Apparently with no surprise To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on, The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.
    • keywords: poem
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71. dickinson-series01_074-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_074-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 104
    • flesch: 81
    • summary: Oh, sacrament of summer days, Oh, last communion in the haze, Permit a child to join, Thy sacred emblems to partake, Thy consecrated bread to break, Taste thine immortal wine! Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee, Almost thy plausibility Induces my belief, Till ranks of seeds their witness bear, And softly through the altered air Hurries a timid leaf!
    • keywords: days
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72. dickinson-series01_075-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_075-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 50
    • flesch: 101
    • summary: The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. Poem XXVIII.
    • keywords: autumn
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73. dickinson-series01_076-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_076-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 48
    • flesch: 95
    • summary: A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem. The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go.
    • keywords: poem
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74. dickinson-series01_077-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_077-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 86
    • flesch: 85
    • summary: The hemlock's nature thrives on cold; The gnash of northern winds Is sweetest nutriment to him, His best Norwegian wines. I think the hemlock likes to stand Upon a marge of snow; It suits his own austerity, And satisfies an awe That men must slake in wilderness,
    • keywords: hemlock
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75. dickinson-series01_079-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_079-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 5
    • flesch: 100
    • summary: Poem IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.
    • keywords: poem
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76. dickinson-series01_080-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_080-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 75
    • flesch: 86
    • summary: Coach it insures, and footmen, Chamber and state and throng; Bells, also, in the village, As we ride grand along. None can avoid this purple, None evade this crown.
    • keywords: afternoon
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77. dickinson-series01_081-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_081-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 108
    • flesch: 87
    • summary: An hour behind the fleeting breath, Later by just an hour than death, -- Oh, lagging yesterday! Could she have guessed that it would be; Could but a crier of the glee Have climbed the distant hill; Had not the bliss so slow a pace, -- Who knows but this surrendered face Were undefeated still?
    • keywords: hour
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78. dickinson-series01_082-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_082-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 36
    • flesch: 67
    • summary: ASTRA CASTRA. Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled, The bodiless begun; Two worlds, like audiences, disperse And leave the soul alone.
    • keywords: poem
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79. dickinson-series01_083-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_083-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 85
    • flesch: 83
    • summary: Grand go the years in the crescent above them; Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row, Diadems drop and Doges surrender, Soundless as dots on a disk of snow. Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched by noon, Sleep the meek members of the resurrection, Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.
    • keywords: untouched
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80. dickinson-series01_084-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_084-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 63
    • flesch: 87
    • summary: Poem V. On this long storm the rainbow rose, On this late morn the sun; The clouds, like listless elephants, Horizons straggled down. how heedless were the eyes On whom the summer shone!
    • keywords: poem
    • cache: /shared/reader-library/dickinson-works-1890/cache/dickinson-series01_084-1890.txt
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81. dickinson-series01_085-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_085-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 69
    • flesch: 91
    • summary: A power of butterfly must be The aptitude to fly, Meadows of majesty concedes And easy sweeps of sky. My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear.
    • keywords: poem
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82. dickinson-series01_086-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_086-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 43
    • flesch: 74
    • summary: Bred as we, among the mountains, Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land? Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, -- Past the houses, past the headlands, Into deep eternity!
    • keywords: poem vii
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83. dickinson-series01_087-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_087-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 25
    • flesch: 99
    • summary: Look back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west! Poem VIII.
    • keywords: poem
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84. dickinson-series01_088-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_088-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 52
    • flesch: 100
    • summary: Doubtless, he thought it meet of him To say good-by to men. Poem IX.
    • keywords: poem ix
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85. dickinson-series01_089-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_089-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 72
    • flesch: 99
    • summary: Poem X. I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. And I for truth, -- the two are one; We brethren are, he said.
    • keywords: beauty
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86. dickinson-series01_090-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_090-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 86
    • flesch: 93
    • summary: Buzz the dull flies on the chamber window; Brave shines the sun through the freckled pane; Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling -- Indolent housewife, in daisies lain! Poem XI. TROUBLED ABOUT MANY THINGS.
    • keywords: poem
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87. dickinson-series01_091-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_091-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 44
    • flesch: 97
    • summary: I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true; Men do not sham convulsion, Nor simulate a throe. The eyes glaze once, and that is death.
    • keywords: real
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88. dickinson-series01_092-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_092-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 43
    • flesch: 89
    • summary: That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious 'T is almost consequence, Is the eclat of death. Poem XIII.
    • keywords: poem
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89. dickinson-series01_094-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_094-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 45
    • flesch: 91
    • summary: I've seen a dying eye Run round and round a room In search of something, as it seemed, Then cloudier become; And then, obscure with fog, And then be soldered down, Without disclosing what it be, 'T were blessed to have seen.
    • keywords: poem xv
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90. dickinson-series01_095-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_095-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 49
    • flesch: 83
    • summary: The clouds their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped till they fell, The lightning skipped like mice; The thunder crumbled like a stuff -- How good to be safe in tombs, Where nature's temper cannot reach, Nor vengeance ever comes! Poem XVI. REFUGE.
    • keywords: refuge
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91. dickinson-series01_096-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_096-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 47
    • flesch: 95
    • summary: I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot Poem XVII.
    • keywords: poem xvii
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92. dickinson-series01_097-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_097-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 40
    • flesch: 87
    • summary: How dreary marbles, After playing Crown! God calls home the angels promptly At the setting sun; I missed mine.
    • keywords: god
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93. dickinson-series01_098-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_098-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 159
    • flesch: 86
    • summary: What was his furthest mind, of home, or God, Or what the distant say At news that he ceased human nature On such a day? To know just how he suffered would be dear; To know if any human eyes were near To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze, Until it settled firm on Paradise.
    • keywords: day
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94. dickinson-series01_099-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_099-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 119
    • flesch: 87
    • summary: We noticed smallest things, -- Things overlooked before, By this great light upon our minds Italicized, as 't were. She mentioned, and forgot; Then lightly as a reed Bent to the water, shivered scarce, Consented, and was dead.
    • keywords: night
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95. dickinson-series01_100-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_100-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 84
    • flesch: 101
    • summary: And yet, my primer suits me so I would not choose a book to know Than that, be sweeter wise; Might some one else so learned be, And leave me just my A B C, Himself could have the skies. But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf, Clasped yet to him and me.
    • keywords: primer
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96. dickinson-series01_101-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_101-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 36
    • flesch: 80
    • summary: The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth, -- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity. Poem XXII.
    • keywords: poem xxii
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97. dickinson-series01_102-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_102-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 51
    • flesch: 86
    • summary: I reason, we could die: The best vitality Cannot excel decay; But what of that? Poem XXIII.
    • keywords: reason
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98. dickinson-series01_103-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_103-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 65
    • flesch: 91
    • summary: 'T were odd I fear a thing That comprehendeth me In one or more existences At Deity's decree. The porter of my father's lodge As much abasheth me. Of life?
    • keywords: afraid
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99. dickinson-series01_105-1890
    • author: dickinson
    • title: dickinson-series01_105-1890
    • date: 1890
    • words: 46
    • flesch: 94
    • summary: The stray ships passing spied a face Upon the waters borne, With eyes in death still begging raised, And hands beseeching thrown. Poem XXVI.
    • keywords: poem xxvi
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100. dickinson-series01_106-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_106-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 111
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: Since then 't is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
     • keywords: poem
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101. dickinson-series01_107-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_107-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's eve; Less skilful than Leverrier It's sorer to believe! Poem XXVIII.
     • keywords: dew
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102. dickinson-series01_108-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_108-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 102
     • summary: what leagues there are Between our feet and day! Poem XXIX.
     • keywords: past
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103. dickinson-series01_109-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_109-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 61
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds, provincial; Except by butterflies, Unnoticed as a single dew That on the acre lies. The smallest housewife in the grass, Yet take her from the lawn, And somebody has lost the face That made existence home!
     • keywords: poem xxx
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104. dickinson-series01_110-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_110-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: The Spirit turns away, Just laying off, for evidence, An overcoat of clay. Death is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust.
     • keywords: death
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105. dickinson-series01_111-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_111-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: It was too late for man, But early yet for God; Creation impotent to help, But prayer remained our side. How excellent the heaven, When earth cannot be had; How hospitable, then, the face Of our old neighbor, God!
     • keywords: god
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106. dickinson-series01_112-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_112-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 85
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: To-day her only boy Went up from the Potomac, His face all victory, To look at her; how slowly The seasons must have turned Till bullets clipt an angle, And he passed quickly round! Poem XXXIII.
     • keywords: potomac
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107. dickinson-series01_113-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_113-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 68
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: Forgive us, if as days decline, We nearer steal to Thee, -- Enamoured of the parting west, The peace, the flight, the amethyst, Night's possibility! Poem XXXIV.
     • keywords: flower
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108. dickinson-series01_114-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_114-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 69
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: No rack can torture me, My soul's at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar. The eagle of his nest No easier divest And gain the sky, Than mayest thou, Except thyself may be Thine enemy; Captivity is consciousness, So's liberty.
     • keywords: liberty
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109. dickinson-series01_115-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_115-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 49
     • flesch: 107
     • summary: A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Poem XXXVI.
     • keywords: poem
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110. dickinson-series01_116-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_116-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 101
     • summary: If I should n't be alive When the robins come, Give the one in red cravat A memorial crumb. Poem XXXVII.
     • keywords: poem
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111. dickinson-series01_117-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_117-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 72
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: That shall aurora be East of eternity; One with the banner gay, One in the red array, -- That is the break of day. Sleep is the station grand Down which on either hand The hosts of witness stand!
     • keywords: sleep
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112. dickinson-series01_118-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_118-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 59
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: He will tell me what Peter promised, And I, for wonder at his woe, I shall forget the drop of anguish That scalds me now, that scalds me now. I shall know why, when time is over, And I have ceased to wonder why; Christ will explain each separate anguish In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
     • keywords: wonder
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113. dickinson-series01_119-1890
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series01_119-1890
     • date: 1890
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels, twice descending, Reimbursed my store. Poem XL.
     • keywords: poem
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114. dickinson-series02_001-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_001-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 3
     • flesch: 119
     • summary: Poem I. LIFE.
     • keywords: poem
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115. dickinson-series02_002-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_002-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 49
     • flesch: 105
     • summary: How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog! Then there 's a pair of us -- don't tell!
     • keywords: poem
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116. dickinson-series02_003-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_003-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 125
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: Crackling with fever, they essay; I turn my brimming eyes away, And come next hour to look. The hands still hug the tardy glass; The lips I would have cooled, alas! Are so superfluous cold, I would as soon attempt to warm The bosoms where the frost has lain Ages beneath the mould.
     • keywords: lips
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117. dickinson-series02_004-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_004-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 64
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race; Stoops to an easy clover -- Dips -- evades -- teases -- deploys; Then to the royal clouds Lifts his light pinnace Heedless of the boy Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky. Poem III.
     • keywords: poem iii
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118. dickinson-series02_005-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_005-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 33
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar, And our new hands Learned gem-tactics Practising sands.
     • keywords: paste
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119. dickinson-series02_006-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_006-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 48
     • flesch: 62
     • summary: Poem V. I found the phrase to every thought I ever had, but one; And that defies me, -- as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark; -- How would your own begin? Can blaze be done in cochineal, Or noon in mazarin?
     • keywords: poem
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120. dickinson-series02_007-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_007-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 73
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I 've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
     • keywords: hope
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121. dickinson-series02_008-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_008-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 85
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: Least village boasts its blacksmith, Whose anvil's even din Stands symbol for the finer forge That soundless tugs within, Refining these impatient ores With hammer and with blaze, Until the designated light Repudiate the forge. But when the vivid ore Has sated flame's conditions, Its quivering substance plays Without a color but the light Of unanointed blaze.
     • keywords: heat
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122. dickinson-series02_009-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_009-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 69
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: Who never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind. How many colors taken On Revolution Day? How many bullets bearest?
     • keywords: triumphant
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123. dickinson-series02_010-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_010-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 70
     • flesch: 104
     • summary: Give balm to giants, And they 'll wilt, like men. I can wade grief, Whole pools of it, -- I 'm used to that.
     • keywords: poem
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124. dickinson-series02_011-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_011-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: I never hear the word escape Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad By soldiers battered down, But I tug childish at my bars, -- Only to fail again!
     • keywords: poem
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125. dickinson-series02_012-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_012-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 36
     • flesch: 75
     • summary: For each beloved hour Sharp pittances of years, Bitter contested farthings And coffers heaped with tears. Poem XI.
     • keywords: poem
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126. dickinson-series02_013-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_013-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 58
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: A stately, shriven company; Convulsion playing round, Harmless as streaks of meteor Upon a planet's bound. Through the straight pass of suffering The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
     • keywords: martyrs
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127. dickinson-series02_014-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_014-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 162
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: And so, upon this wise I prayed, -- Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours, But large enough for me. A smile suffused Jehovah's face; The cherubim withdrew; Grave saints stole out to look at me, And showed their dimples, too.
     • keywords: prayer
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128. dickinson-series02_015-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_015-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 23
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: The thought beneath so slight a film Is more distinctly seen, -- As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine. Poem XIV.
     • keywords: poem xiv
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129. dickinson-series02_016-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_016-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 69
     • summary: The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, -- Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send. Secure against its own, No treason it can fear; Itself its sovereign, of itself The soul should stand in awe. Poem XV.
     • keywords: soul
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130. dickinson-series02_017-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_017-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 20
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit, -- Life! Poem XVI.
     • keywords: poem
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131. dickinson-series02_018-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_018-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 87
     • flesch: 73
     • summary: I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself down hill And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop -- docile and omnipotent -- At its own stable door. Poem XVII.
     • keywords: poem xvii
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132. dickinson-series02_019-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_019-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 26
     • flesch: 104
     • summary: Fair play -- Both went to see. Poem XVIII.
     • keywords: poem
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133. dickinson-series02_020-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_020-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 36
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little, -- Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain, -- More fair, because impossible That any gain.
     • keywords: amber
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134. dickinson-series02_021-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_021-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 78
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish, -- some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came The second time to me, Nor definitely what it was, Have I the art to say. But somewhere in my soul, I know I 've met the thing before; It just reminded me -- 't was all -- And came my way no more.
     • keywords: way
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135. dickinson-series02_022-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_022-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 36
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: Poem XXI. They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
     • keywords: heaven
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136. dickinson-series02_023-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_023-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 84
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn To wonder what myself will say, And what itself will say to me, Beguiles the centuries of way! Transporting must the moment be, Brewed from decades of agony!
     • keywords: home
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137. dickinson-series02_024-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_024-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 83
     • flesch: 78
     • summary: A poor torn heart, a tattered heart, That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west, Nor noticed night did soft descend Nor constellation burn, Intent upon the vision Of latitudes unknown. The angels, happening that way, This dusty heart espied; Tenderly took it up from toil And carried it to God.
     • keywords: heart
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138. dickinson-series02_025-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_025-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 133
     • flesch: 81
     • summary: I should have been too saved, I see, Too rescued; fear too dim to me That I could spell the prayer I knew so perfect yesterday, -- That scalding one, Sabachthani, Recited fluent here. 'T is beggars banquets best define; 'T is thirsting vitalizes wine, --
     • keywords: fear
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139. dickinson-series02_026-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_026-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 61
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: It tossed and tossed, -- A little brig I knew, -- O'ertook by blast, It spun and spun, And groped delirious, for morn. It slipped and slipped, As one that drunken stepped; Its white foot tripped, Then dropped from sight.
     • keywords: brig
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140. dickinson-series02_027-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_027-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 75
     • flesch: 101
     • summary: Crumbs fit such little mouths, Cherries suit robins; The eagle's golden breakfast Strangles them. God keeps his oath to sparrows, Who of little love Know how to starve!
     • keywords: god
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141. dickinson-series02_028-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_028-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 96
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: It might be famine all around, I could not miss an ear, Such plenty smiles upon my board, My garner shows so fair. God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starve, -- My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the feat That made the pellet mine, -- Too happy in my sparrow chance For ampler coveting.
     • keywords: crumb
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142. dickinson-series02_029-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_029-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 36
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: The figure of a nut Presents upon a tree, Equally plausibly; But meat within is requisite, To squirrels and to me. Poem XXVIII.
     • keywords: poem
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143. dickinson-series02_030-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_030-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 47
     • flesch: 77
     • summary: My country need not change her gown, Her triple suit as sweet As when 't was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced a fit. Poem XXIX.
     • keywords: country
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144. dickinson-series02_031-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_031-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 18
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency! Poem XXX.
     • keywords: poem
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145. dickinson-series02_032-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_032-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 52
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: But just to hear the grace depart I never thought to see, Afflicts me with a double loss; 'T is lost, and lost to me. Poem XXXI.
     • keywords: poem
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146. dickinson-series02_033-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_033-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 20
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest. Poem XXXII.
     • keywords: poem
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147. dickinson-series02_034-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_034-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 53
     • flesch: 108
     • summary: And went against the world; 'T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold. Poem XXXIII.
     • keywords: poem
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148. dickinson-series02_035-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_035-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 60
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of organdy, Who is to blame?
     • keywords: poem xxxiv
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149. dickinson-series02_036-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_036-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 86
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven, To reach Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment To touch, Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance; How high Unto the saints' slow diligence The sky! Poem XXXV.
     • keywords: goal
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150. dickinson-series02_037-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_037-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 123
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: Before I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way. So safer, guess, with just my soul Upon the window-pane Where other creatures put their eyes, Incautious of the sun.
     • keywords: eyes
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151. dickinson-series02_038-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_038-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: Cautious, hint to any captive You have passed enfranchised feet! Anecdotes of air in dungeons Have sometimes proved deadly sweet!
     • keywords: poem
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152. dickinson-series02_039-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_039-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 60
     • flesch: 81
     • summary: Poem XXXVIII. Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence As gold the pyrites would shun.
     • keywords: broad
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153. dickinson-series02_040-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_040-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 68
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent; Extinguished, now, for you! Poem XXXIX.
     • keywords: poem
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154. dickinson-series02_041-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_041-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 33
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: When I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain; Spectre cannot harm, Serpent cannot charm; He deposes doom, Who hath suffered him. Poem XL.
     • keywords: poem xl
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155. dickinson-series02_042-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_042-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 48
     • flesch: 101
     • summary: A deed knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
     • keywords: deed
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156. dickinson-series02_043-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_043-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 50
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: Mine enemy is growing old, -- I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, -- Let him be quick, the viand flits, It is a faded meat.
     • keywords: poem
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157. dickinson-series02_044-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_044-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 59
     • flesch: 75
     • summary: Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir, -- A presence of departed acts At window and at door. Remorse is cureless, -- the disease Not even God can heal; For 't is his institution, -- The complement of hell.
     • keywords: remorse
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158. dickinson-series02_045-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_045-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 81
     • summary: The body grows outside, -- The more convenient way, -- That if the spirit like to hide, Its temple stands alway Ajar, secure, inviting; It never did betray The soul that asked its shelter In timid honesty.
     • keywords: shelter
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159. dickinson-series02_046-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_046-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: Poem XLV. Undue significance a starving man attaches To
     • keywords: poem
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160. dickinson-series02_047-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_047-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 98
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: It was as if a chirping brook Upon a toilsome way Set bleeding feet to minuets Without the knowing why. Heart not so heavy as mine, Wending late home, As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune, -- A careless snatch, a ballad, A ditty of the street; Yet to my irritated ear An anodyne so sweet, It was as if a bobolink, Sauntering this way, Carolled and mused and carolled, Then bubbled slow away.
     • keywords: way
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161. dickinson-series02_048-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_048-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: I many times thought peace had come, When peace was far away; As wrecked men deem they sight the land At centre of the sea, And struggle slacker, but to prove, As hopelessly as I, How many the fictitious shores Before the harbor lie. Poem XLVII.
     • keywords: poem xlvii
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162. dickinson-series02_049-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_049-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 79
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: Unto my books so good to turn Far ends of tired days; It half endears the abstinence, And pain is missed in praise. It may be wilderness without, Far feet of failing men, But holiday excludes the night,
     • keywords: far
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163. dickinson-series02_050-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_050-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 105
     • summary: When Fate hath taunted last And thrown her furthest stone, The maimed may pause and breathe, And glance securely round. Poem XLIX.
     • keywords: hath
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164. dickinson-series02_052-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_052-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 70
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: Look, how I clutch it, Lest it fall, And I a pauper go; Unfitted by an instant's grace For the contented beggar's face I wore an hour ago. It hung so high, As well the sky Attempt by strategy.
     • keywords: poem
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165. dickinson-series02_053-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_053-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 78
     • flesch: 67
     • summary: To learn the transport by the pain, As blind men learn the sun; To die of thirst, suspecting That brooks in meadows run; To stay the homesick, homesick feet Upon a foreign shore Haunted by native lands, the while, And blue, beloved air -- This is the sovereign anguish, This, the signal woe! These are the patient laureates Whose voices, trained below, Ascend in ceaseless carol, Inaudible, indeed, To us, the duller scholars Of the mysterious bard!
     • keywords: poem lii
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166. dickinson-series02_054-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_054-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 133
     • flesch: 96
     • summary: I moved my fingers off As cautiously as glass, And held my ears, and like a thief Fled gasping from the house. I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there.
     • keywords: door
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167. dickinson-series02_055-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_055-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: They fling their speech By means of it in God's ear; If then He hear, This sums the apparatus Comprised in prayer. Prayer is the little implement Through which men reach Where presence is denied them.
     • keywords: prayer
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168. dickinson-series02_057-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_057-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 108
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: Musicians wrestle everywhere: All day, among the crowded air, I hear the silver strife; And -- waking long before the dawn -- Such transport breaks upon the town I think it that new life! It is not bird, it has no nest; Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed, Nor tambourine, nor man; It is not hymn from pulpit read, -- The morning stars the treble led On time's first afternoon! Some say that bright majority Of vanished dames and men!
     • keywords: poem
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169. dickinson-series02_058-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_058-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 99
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: Next time, the things to see By ear unheard, Unscrutinized by eye. Some sailor, skirting foreign shores, Some pale reporter from the awful doors Before the seal!
     • keywords: time
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170. dickinson-series02_059-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_059-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 3
     • flesch: 119
     • summary: Poem II. LOVE.
     • keywords: poem
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171. dickinson-series02_060-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_060-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 68
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intrinsic, stand, And this brief tragedy of flesh Is shifted like a sand; When figures show their royal front And mists are carved away, -- Behold the atom I preferred To all the lists of clay! Poem I. CHOICE.
     • keywords: poem
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172. dickinson-series02_061-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_061-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 37
     • flesch: 94
     • summary: I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come, Nor action new, Except through this extent, The realm of you. Poem II.
     • keywords: poem ii
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173. dickinson-series02_062-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_062-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 181
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: Of mines I little know, myself, But just the names of gems, -- The colors of the commonest; And scarce of diadems So much that, did I meet the queen, Her glory I should know: At least, it solaces to know That there exists a gold, Although I prove it just in time
     • keywords: poverty
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174. dickinson-series02_063-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_063-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 83
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: At least, 't is mutual risk, -- Some found it mutual gain; Sweet debt of Life, -- each night to owe, Insolvent, every noon. The wealth might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this great purchaser suspect, The daily own of Love Depreciate the vision; But, till the merchant buy, Still fable, in the isles of spice, The subtle cargoes lie.
     • keywords: contract
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175. dickinson-series02_064-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_064-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 188
     • flesch: 94
     • summary: And the old clock kept neighing 'day!' Happy letter!
     • keywords: letter
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176. dickinson-series02_065-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_065-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 95
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: The way I read a letter 's this: 'T is first I lock the door, And push it with my fingers next, For transport it be sure. Then, glancing narrow at the wall, And narrow at the floor, For firm conviction of a mouse Not exorcised before, Peruse how infinite I am To -- no one that you know!
     • keywords: lock
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177. dickinson-series02_066-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_066-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 108
     • summary: Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Might I but moor To-night in thee!
     • keywords: nights
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178. dickinson-series02_067-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_067-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 108
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: The night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single star, That often as a cloud it met Blew out itself for fear. No squirrel went abroad; A dog's belated feet Like intermittent plush were heard Adown the empty street.
     • keywords: little
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179. dickinson-series02_068-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_068-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly? Did the paradise, persuaded, Yield her moat of pearl, Would the Eden be an Eden, Or the earl an earl? Poem IX.
     • keywords: earl
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180. dickinson-series02_069-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_069-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 38
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: Poem X. A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld, -- The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies, -- Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.
     • keywords: poem
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181. dickinson-series02_070-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_070-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 88
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: The rose did caper on her cheek, Her bodice rose and fell, Her pretty speech, like drunken men, Did stagger pitiful. Her fingers fumbled at her work, -- Her needle would not go; What ailed so smart a little maid It puzzled me to know, Till opposite I spied a cheek That bore another rose; Just opposite, another speech That like the drunkard goes; A vest that, like the bodice, danced To the immortal tune, --
     • keywords: rose
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182. dickinson-series02_071-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_071-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 44
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down, Whose bonnets touch the firmament, Whose sandals touch the town, -- Meek at whose everlasting feet A myriad daisies play. Which, sir, are you, and which am I, Upon an August day?
     • keywords: poem xii
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183. dickinson-series02_072-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_072-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 67
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: The moon is distant from the sea, And yet with amber hands She leads him, docile as a boy, Along appointed sands. He never misses a degree; Obedient to her eye, He comes just so far toward the town, Just so far goes away.
     • keywords: distant
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184. dickinson-series02_073-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_073-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 88
     • flesch: 71
     • summary: Yet not too far to come at call, And do the little toils That make the circuit of the rest, And deal occasional smiles To lives that stoop to notice mine And kindly ask it in, -- Whose invitation, knew you not For whom I must decline? He put the belt around my life, -- I heard the buckle snap, And turned away, imperial, My lifetime folding up Deliberate, as a duke would do A kingdom's title-deed, -- Henceforth a dedicated sort, A member of the cloud.
     • keywords: poem xiv
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185. dickinson-series02_074-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_074-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 49
     • flesch: 97
     • summary: The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: 'T will keep. I woke and chid my honest fingers, -- The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own. I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep.
     • keywords: jewel
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186. dickinson-series02_075-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_075-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 74
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: They cannot take us any more, -- Dungeons may call, and guns implore; Unmeaning now, to me, As laughter was an hour ago, Or laces, or a travelling show, Or who died yesterday! What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, -- And wade in liberty?
     • keywords: poem
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187. dickinson-series02_076-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_076-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 3
     • flesch: 119
     • summary: Poem III. NATURE.
     • keywords: poem
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188. dickinson-series02_077-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_077-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 107
     • flesch: 62
     • summary: When all the children sleep She turns as long away As will suffice to light her lamps; Then, bending from the sky With infinite affection And infiniter care, Her golden finger on her lip, Wills silence everywhere. Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, -- Her admonition mild In forest and the hill By traveller is heard, Restraining rampant squirrel Or too impetuous bird.
     • keywords: nature
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189. dickinson-series02_078-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_078-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 82
     • flesch: 102
     • summary: Please to tell a little pilgrim Where the place called morning lies! Will there really be a morning?
     • keywords: morning
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190. dickinson-series02_079-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_079-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 56
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: 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 subjugated test, And lo!
     • keywords: half
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191. dickinson-series02_080-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_080-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 95
     • flesch: 94
     • summary: The happy winds their timbrels took; The birds, in docile rows, Arranged themselves around their prince (The wind is prince of those). The day came slow, till five o'clock, Then sprang before the hills Like hindered rubies, or the light A sudden musket spills.
     • keywords: day
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192. dickinson-series02_081-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_081-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 79
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: Meanwhile, her wheeling king Trailed slow along the orchards His haughty, spangled hems, Leaving a new necessity, -- The want of diadems! The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.
     • keywords: morning
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193. dickinson-series02_082-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_082-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 59
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: The robin is the one That interrupts the morn With hurried, few, express reports When March is scarcely on. The robin is the one That speechless from her nest Submits that home and certainty And sanctity are best.
     • keywords: robin
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194. dickinson-series02_083-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_083-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 116
     • flesch: 69
     • summary: From cocoon forth a butterfly As lady from her door Emerged -- a summer afternoon -- Repairing everywhere, Without design, that I could trace, Except to stray abroad On miscellaneous enterprise The clovers understood. Her pretty parasol was seen Contracting in a field Where men made hay, then struggling hard With an opposing cloud,
     • keywords: butterfly
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195. dickinson-series02_084-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_084-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 74
     • flesch: 71
     • summary: Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness, A fellow in the skies Of independent hues, A little weather-worn, Inspiriting habiliments Of indigo and brown. With specimens of song, As if for you to choose, Discretion in the interval, With gay delays he goes To some superior tree Without a single leaf, And shouts for joy to nobody But his seraphic self!
     • keywords: poem viii
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196. dickinson-series02_085-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_085-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 94
     • flesch: 72
     • summary: An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; A flippant fly upon the pane; A spider at his trade again; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere; An axe shrill singing in the woods; Fern-odors on untravelled roads, -- All this, and more I cannot tell, A furtive look you know as well, And Nicodemus' mystery Receives its annual reply. Poem IX.
     • keywords: poem ix
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197. dickinson-series02_086-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_086-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 148
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: 'T is iris, sir, and aster, Anemone and bell, Batschia in the blanket red, And chubby daffodil. Meanwhile at many cradles Her busy foot she plied, Humming the quaintest lullaby That ever rocked a child. Then, turning from them, reverent, Their bed-time 't is, she said; The bumble-bees will wake them When April woods are red.
     • keywords: beds
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198. dickinson-series02_087-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_087-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 90
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: Pigmy seraphs gone astray, Velvet people from Vevay, Belles from some lost summer day, Bees' exclusive coterie. I had rather wear her grace Than an earl's distinguished face; I had rather dwell like her Than be Duke of Exeter Royalty enough for me To subdue the bumble-bee!
     • keywords: poem
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199. dickinson-series02_088-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_088-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 74
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: It is not of the bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto crowd. Poem XII.
     • keywords: oriole
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200. dickinson-series02_089-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_089-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 131
     • flesch: 79
     • summary: A pleader, a dissembler, An epicure, a thief, -- Betimes an oratorio, An ecstasy in chief; The Jesuit of orchards, He cheats as he enchants Of an entire attar For his decamping wants. I never thought that Jason sought For any golden fleece; But then I am a rural man, With thoughts that make for peace.
     • keywords: oriole
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201. dickinson-series02_090-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_090-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 168
     • flesch: 94
     • summary: They 're here, though; not a creature failed, No blossom stayed away In gentle deference to me, The Queen of Calvary. Each one salutes me as he goes, And I my childish plumes Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment Of their unthinking drums.
     • keywords: poem
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202. dickinson-series02_091-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_091-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 41
     • flesch: 81
     • summary: A route of evanescence With a revolving wheel; A resonance of emerald, A rush of cochineal; And every blossom on the bush Adjusts its tumbled head, -- The mail from Tunis, probably, An easy morning's ride. Poem XV.
     • keywords: poem
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203. dickinson-series02_092-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_092-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 94
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: If I should bribe the little bird, Who knows but she would tell? I think I won't, however, It's finer not to know; If summer were an axiom, What sorcery had snow? Poem XVI.
     • keywords: secret
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204. dickinson-series02_093-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_093-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 101
     • summary: The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods?
     • keywords: woods
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205. dickinson-series02_094-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_094-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 66
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: If spoken by the distant bird, If met in ether sea By frigate or by merchantman, Report was not to me. Poem XVIII.
     • keywords: sea
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206. dickinson-series02_095-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_095-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 137
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me, And frigates in the upper floor Extended hempen hands, Presuming me to be a mouse Aground, upon the sands. And he -- he followed close behind; I felt his silver heel Upon my ankle, -- then my shoes Would overflow with pearl.
     • keywords: sea
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207. dickinson-series02_096-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_096-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 161
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: I hope the father in the skies Will lift his little girl, -- Old-fashioned, naughty, everything, -- Over the stile of pearl! Arcturus is his other name, -- I'd rather call him star!
     • keywords: fashioned
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208. dickinson-series02_097-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_097-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 75
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: An awful tempest mashed the air, The clouds were gaunt and few; A black, as of a spectre's cloak, Hid heaven and earth from view. The morning lit, the birds arose; The monster's faded eyes Turned slowly to his native coast, And peace was Paradise!
     • keywords: tempest
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209. dickinson-series02_098-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_098-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 21
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land. Poem XXII.
     • keywords: poem
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210. dickinson-series02_099-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_099-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 113
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all abroad, -- They looked like frightened beads, I thought; He stirred his velvet head Like one in danger; cautious, I offered him a crumb, And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home Than oars divide the ocean, Too silver for a seam, Or butterflies, off banks of noon, Leap, splashless, as they swim. Poem XXIII.
     • keywords: poem xxiii
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211. dickinson-series02_100-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_100-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 127
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: He likes a boggy acre, A floor too cool for corn. Several of nature's people I know, and they know me; I feel for them a transport Of cordiality; But never met this fellow, Attended or alone, Without a tighter breathing, And zero at the bone.
     • keywords: grass
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212. dickinson-series02_101-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_101-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 106
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: The mushroom is the elf of plants, At evening it is not; At morning in a truffled hut It stops upon a spot As if it tarried always; And yet its whole career Is shorter than a snake's delay, And fleeter than a tare. Had nature any outcast face, Could she a son contemn, Had nature an Iscariot, That mushroom, -- it is him.
     • keywords: mushroom
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213. dickinson-series02_102-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_102-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 93
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: So ominous did pass We barred the windows and the doors As from an emerald ghost; The doom's electric moccason That very instant passed. On a strange mob of panting trees, And fences fled away, And rivers where the houses ran The living looked that day.
     • keywords: poem xxvi
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214. dickinson-series02_103-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_103-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 36
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: A spider sewed at night Without a light Upon an arc of white. Of immortality His strategy Was physiognomy.
     • keywords: spider
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215. dickinson-series02_104-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_104-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 68
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: But when the south wind stirs the pools And struggles in the lanes, Her heart misgives her for her vow, And she pours soft refrains Into the lap of adamant, And spices, and the dew, That stiffens quietly to quartz, Upon her amber shoe. Poem XXVIII.
     • keywords: poem xxviii
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216. dickinson-series02_105-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_105-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 51
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: The one that could repeat the summer day Were greater than itself, though he Minutest of mankind might be. And who could reproduce the sun, At period of going down -- The lingering and the stain, I mean -- When Orient has been outgrown, And Occident becomes unknown, His name remain.
     • keywords: poem
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217. dickinson-series02_106-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_106-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 108
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: His countenance a billow, His fingers, if he pass, Let go a music, as of tunes Blown tremulous in glass. No bone had he to bind him, His speech was like the push Of numerous humming-birds at once From a superior bush.
     • keywords: wind
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218. dickinson-series02_107-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_107-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 36
     • flesch: 79
     • summary: Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets, -- Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman, Poem XXXI.
     • keywords: poem xxxi
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219. dickinson-series02_108-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_108-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 29
     • flesch: 54
     • summary: The leaves, like women, interchange Sagacious confidence; Somewhat of nods, and somewhat of Portentous inference, The parties in both cases Enjoining secrecy, -- Inviolable compact To notoriety. Poem XXXII.
     • keywords: gossip
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220. dickinson-series02_109-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_109-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 50
     • flesch: 64
     • summary: How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And does n't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity. Poem XXXIII.
     • keywords: simplicity
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221. dickinson-series02_110-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_110-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 58
     • flesch: 97
     • summary: Nature was in her beryl apron, Mixing fresher air. Eclipse was all we could see at the window, And awe was all we could feel.
     • keywords: streets
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222. dickinson-series02_111-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_111-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 74
     • summary: Neither decree Prohibits him, Lawful as Equilibrium. Poem XXXV.
     • keywords: rat
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223. dickinson-series02_112-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_112-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 55
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: Frequently the woods are pink, Frequently are brown; Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Poem XXXVI.
     • keywords: poem
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224. dickinson-series02_113-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_113-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 120
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like hands And throw away the road. The birds put up the bars to nests, The cattle fled to barns; There came one drop of giant rain, And then, as if the hands That held the dams had parted hold, The waters wrecked the sky, But overlooked my father's house, Just quartering a tree.
     • keywords: thunder
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225. dickinson-series02_114-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_114-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 28
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: South winds jostle them, Bumblebees come, Hover, hesitate, Drink, and are gone. Poem XXXVIII.
     • keywords: poem
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226. dickinson-series02_115-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_115-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 22
     • flesch: 97
     • summary: Where ships of purple gently toss On seas of daffodil, Fantastic sailors mingle, Poem XXXIX.
     • keywords: sunset
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227. dickinson-series02_116-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_116-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 71
     • flesch: 97
     • summary: You dropped a purple ravelling in, You dropped an amber thread; And now you 've littered all the East With duds of emerald! Till brooms fade softly into stars -- And then I come away.
     • keywords: brooms
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228. dickinson-series02_117-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_117-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: 'T was universe that did applaud While, chiefest of the crowd, Enabled by his royal dress, Myself distinguished God. Like mighty footlights burned the red At bases of the trees, -- The far theatricals of day Exhibiting to these.
     • keywords: poem
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229. dickinson-series02_118-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_118-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 142
     • flesch: 79
     • summary: 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 weaver sleeps Who spun the breadths of blue! Write me how many notes there be In the new robin's ecstasy Among astonished boughs; How many trips the tortoise makes, How many cups the bee partakes, -- The debauchee of dews! Also, who laid the rainbow's piers, Also, who leads the docile spheres By withes of supple blue? Whose fingers string the stalactite, Who counts the wampum of the night, To see that none is due? Who built this little Alban house And shut the windows down so close My spirit cannot see?
     • keywords: blue
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230. dickinson-series02_119-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_119-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 61
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: Blazing in gold and quenching in purple, Leaping like leopards to the sky, Then at the feet of the old horizon Laying her spotted face, to die; Stooping as low as the otter's window, Touching the roof and tinting the barn, Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, -- And the juggler of day is gone! Poem XLIII.
     • keywords: poem xliii
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231. dickinson-series02_120-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_120-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 69
     • flesch: 73
     • summary: No ordinance is seen, So gradual the grace, A pensive custom it becomes, Enlarging loneliness. Remit as yet no grace, No furrow on the glow, Yet a druidic difference Enhances nature now.
     • keywords: grace
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232. dickinson-series02_121-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_121-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 71
     • flesch: 73
     • summary: A quietness distilled, As twilight long begun, Or Nature, spending with herself Sequestered afternoon. As imperceptibly as grief The summer lapsed away, -- Too imperceptible, at last, To seem like perfidy.
     • keywords: summer
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233. dickinson-series02_122-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_122-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 54
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: So sunset shuts my question down With clasps of chrysolite. It can't be summer, -- that got through; It 's early yet for spring; There 's that long town of white to cross Before the blackbirds sing.
     • keywords: white
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234. dickinson-series02_123-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_123-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 95
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: It was a short procession, -- The bobolink was there, An aged bee addressed us, And then we knelt in prayer. In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
     • keywords: summer
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235. dickinson-series02_124-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_124-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 65
     • flesch: 94
     • summary: But just before the snows There came a purple creature That ravished all the hill; And summer hid her forehead, And mockery was still. Poem XLVIII.
     • keywords: gentian
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236. dickinson-series02_126-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_126-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 106
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: It reaches to the fence, It wraps it, rail by rail, Till it is lost in fleeces; It flings a crystal veil On stump and stack and stem, -- The summer's empty room, Acres of seams where harvests were, Recordless, but for them. It makes an even face Of mountain and of plain, -- Unbroken forehead from the east Unto the east again.
     • keywords: east
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237. dickinson-series02_127-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_127-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 112
     • flesch: 67
     • summary: A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us A February day, The brother of the universe Was never blown away. The snow and he are intimate; I 've often seen them play When heaven looked upon us all With such severity, I felt apology were due To an insulted sky, Whose pompous frown was nutriment To their temerity.
     • keywords: jay
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238. dickinson-series02_128-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_128-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 5
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: Poem IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.
     • keywords: poem
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239. dickinson-series02_129-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_129-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: Thine is the stillest night, Thine the securest fold; Too near thou art for seeking thee, Too tender to be told. Poem I. Let down the bars, O Death!
     • keywords: thine
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240. dickinson-series02_130-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_130-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 155
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: Going to heaven! Going to heaven!
     • keywords: heaven
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241. dickinson-series02_131-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_131-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 48
     • flesch: 96
     • summary: Thou stirrest earthquake in the South, And maelstrom in the sea; Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Hast thou no arm for me? O Jesus!
     • keywords: jesus
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242. dickinson-series02_132-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_132-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: Step lofty; for this name is told As far as cannon dwell, Or flag subsist, or fame export Her deathless syllable. Poem IV. EPITAPH.
     • keywords: step
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243. dickinson-series02_133-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_133-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 55
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: Never did she lisp it, And 't was not for me; She was mute from transport, I, from agony! Poem V. Morns like these we parted; Noons like these she rose, Fluttering first, then firmer, To her fair repose.
     • keywords: repose
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244. dickinson-series02_134-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_134-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 31
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: Poem VI. A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.
     • keywords: poem vi
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245. dickinson-series02_135-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_135-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 85
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: I made my soul familiar With her extremity, That at the last it should not be A novel agony, But she and Death, acquainted, Meet tranquilly as friends, Salute and pass without a hint -- I read my sentence steadily, Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause, -- The date, and manner of the shame;
     • keywords: poem vii
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246. dickinson-series02_136-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_136-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 95
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: The hillsides must not know it, Where I have rambled so, Nor tell the loving forests The day that I shall go, Nor lisp it at the table, Nor heedless by the way Hint that within the riddle One will walk to-day! I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee.
     • keywords: day
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247. dickinson-series02_137-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_137-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 50
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. Poem IX.
     • keywords: poem
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248. dickinson-series02_138-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_138-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 81
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: Poem X. The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin, -- so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the bird, But rapid, like the roe; His fashions quaint, mosaic,
     • keywords: poem
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249. dickinson-series02_139-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_139-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 68
     • flesch: 81
     • summary: Never the treasures in her nest The cautious grave exposes, Building where schoolboy dare not look And sportsman is not bold. This covert have all the children Early aged, and often cold, -- Sparrows unnoticed by the Father; Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
     • keywords: cold
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250. dickinson-series02_140-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_140-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 78
     • summary: As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear, As for the lost we grapple, Though all the rest are here, -- In broken mathematics We estimate our prize, Vast, in its fading ratio, To our penurious eyes! Poem XII.
     • keywords: poem xii
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251. dickinson-series02_141-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_141-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 100
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships In crayon or in wool, With This was last her fingers did, Industrious until Now, when I read, I read not, For interrupting tears Obliterate the etchings Too costly for repairs.
     • keywords: fingers
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252. dickinson-series02_142-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_142-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 54
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: People like the moth, Of mechlin, frames, Duties of gossamer, And eider names. I went to heaven, -- 'T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down.
     • keywords: poem
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253. dickinson-series02_144-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_144-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: There is a shame of nobleness Confronting sudden pelf, -- A finer shame of ecstasy Convicted of itself. A best disgrace a brave man feels, Acknowledged of the brave, -- One more Ye Blessed to be told;
     • keywords: shame
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254. dickinson-series02_145-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_145-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 82
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: Triumph may be of several kinds. Severer triumph, by himself Experienced, who can pass Acquitted from that naked bar, Jehovah's countenance!
     • keywords: triumph
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255. dickinson-series02_146-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_146-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 81
     • summary: Pompless no life can pass away; The lowliest career To the same pageant wends its way As that exalted here. Poem XVIII.
     • keywords: way
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256. dickinson-series02_147-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_147-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: Now know I they both visited And settled regions wild, But did because they died, -- a fact Withheld the little child! When but a little child, -- Supposed they visited remote, Or settled regions wild.
     • keywords: regions
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257. dickinson-series02_148-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_148-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 114
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: Sweet morning, when I over-sleep, Knock, recollect, for me! I looked at sunrise once, And then I looked at them, And wishfulness in me arose For circumstance the same. 'T was such an ample peace, It could not hold a sigh, -- 'T was Sabbath with the bells divorced, 'T was sunset all the day.
     • keywords: sleep
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258. dickinson-series02_149-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_149-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 140
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: Past bows and invitations, Past interview, and vow, Past what ourselves can estimate, -- That makes the quick of woe! Their costume, of a Sunday, Some manner of the hair, -- A prank nobody knew but them, Lost, in the sepulchre.
     • keywords: past
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259. dickinson-series02_150-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_150-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 62
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. Retreat was out of hope, -- Behind, a sealed route, Eternity's white flag before, And God at every gate.
     • keywords: journey
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260. dickinson-series02_151-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_151-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Poem XXIII.
     • keywords: bed
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261. dickinson-series02_152-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_152-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 127
     • flesch: 96
     • summary: There was a little figure plump For every little knoll, Busy needles, and spools of thread, And trudging feet from school. such a little figure Too sound asleep did lie For chanticleer to wake it, -- Or stirring house below, Or giddy bird in orchard, Or early task to do?
     • keywords: little
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262. dickinson-series02_153-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_153-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: Essential oils are wrung: The attar from the rose Is not expressed by suns alone, It is the gift of screws. The general rose decays; But this, in lady's drawer, Makes summer when the lady lies In ceaseless rosemary.
     • keywords: poem xxv
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263. dickinson-series02_154-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_154-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 47
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: I lived on dread; to those who know The stimulus there is In danger, other impetus Is numb and vital-less. As 't were a spur upon the soul, A fear will urge it where To go without the spectre's aid Were challenging despair.
     • keywords: poem
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264. dickinson-series02_155-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_155-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 88
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: 'T is sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with daisies lie, That commerce will continue, And trades as briskly fly. If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go, -- One might depart at option From enterprise below!
     • keywords: poem xxvii
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265. dickinson-series02_156-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_156-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 78
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life Developed from within, -- When Death lit all the shortness up, And made the hurry plain. Poem XXVIII.
     • keywords: busy
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266. dickinson-series02_157-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_157-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 90
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: Far safer through an Abbey gallop, The stones achase, Than, moonless, one's own self encounter In lonesome place. One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
     • keywords: place
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267. dickinson-series02_158-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_158-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 48
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: She died, -- this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.
     • keywords: poem
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268. dickinson-series02_159-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_159-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 82
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: Wait till in everlasting robes This democrat is dressed, Then prate about preferment And station and the rest! A lord might dare to lift the hat To such a modest clay, Since that my Lord, the Lord of lords Receives unblushingly!
     • keywords: lord
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269. dickinson-series02_160-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_160-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 112
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: When, were the gales propitious, We might look for him; Was grateful for the roses In life's diverse bouquet, Talked softly of new species To pick another day. Beguiling thus the wonder, The wondrous nearer drew; Hands bustled at the moorings -- The crowd respectful grew.
     • keywords: new
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270. dickinson-series02_161-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_161-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 62
     • flesch: 96
     • summary: Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. Far as the east from even, Dim as the border star, -- Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms, Our departed are.
     • keywords: little
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271. dickinson-series02_162-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_162-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Poem XXXIV.
     • keywords: landlord
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272. dickinson-series02_163-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_163-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 139
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: And yet it tasted like them all; The figures I have seen Set orderly, for burial, Reminded me of mine, As if my life were shaven And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key; And 't was like midnight, some, When everything that ticked has stopped, And space stares, all around, Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, Repeal the beating ground. It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon.
     • keywords: cool
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273. dickinson-series02_164-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_164-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 111
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come, It listening, listening, went to sleep Telling my tardy name, -- My heart would wish it broke before, Since breaking then, since breaking then, Were useless as next morning's sun, Where midnight frosts had lain! I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone, and I -- too late -- Should reach the heart that wanted me; If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted, hunted so, to see, And could not bear to shut until They noticed me -- they noticed me; If I should stab the patient faith
     • keywords: poem xxxvi
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274. dickinson-series02_165-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_165-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 45
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: By clocks 't was morning, and for night The bells at distance called; But epoch had no basis here, For period exhaled. Great streets of silence led away To neighborhoods of pause; Here was no notice, no dissent, No universe, no laws.
     • keywords: void
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275. dickinson-series02_166-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_166-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 37
     • flesch: 79
     • summary: A throe upon the features A hurry in the breath, An ecstasy of parting Denominated Death, -- An anguish at the mention, Which, when to patience grown, I 've known permission given To rejoin its own. Poem XXXVIII.
     • keywords: poem xxxviii
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276. dickinson-series02_167-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_167-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 81
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: All these did conquer; but the ones Who overcame most times Wear nothing commoner than snow, No ornament but palms. Surrender is a sort unknown On this superior soil; Defeat, an outgrown anguish, Remembered as the mile Our panting ankle barely gained When night devoured the road; But we stood whispering in the house,
     • keywords: poem
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277. dickinson-series02_168-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_168-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 96
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: I think just how my shape will rise When I shall be forgiven, Till hair and eyes and timid head Are out of sight, in heaven.
     • keywords: poem
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278. dickinson-series02_169-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_169-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 50
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: After a hundred years Nobody knows the place, -- Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Winds of summer fields Recollect the way, -- Instinct picking up the key Dropped by memory.
     • keywords: poem
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279. dickinson-series02_170-1891
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series02_170-1891
     • date: 1891
     • words: 23
     • flesch: 103
     • summary: Lay this laurel on the one Too intrinsic for renown. Laurel! Poem XLII.
     • keywords: laurel
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280. dickinson-series03_001-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_001-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 48
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: 'T is little I could care for pearls Who own the ample sea; Or brooches, when the Emperor With rubies pelteth me; Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines; Or diamonds, when I see A diadem to fit a dome Continual crowning me. Poem I. REAL RICHES.
     • keywords: poem
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281. dickinson-series03_002-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_002-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 74
     • summary: 'T is not conferred by any, But possible to earn A pittance at a time, Until, to her surprise, The soul with strict economy Subsists till Paradise. Poem II. SUPERIORITY TO FATE.
     • keywords: superiority
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282. dickinson-series03_003-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_003-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: Poem III. HOPE. His is the halcyon table That never seats but one, And whatsoever is consumed The same amounts remain.
     • keywords: hope
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283. dickinson-series03_004-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_004-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 4
     • flesch: 77
     • summary: Poem IV. FORBIDDEN FRUIT.
     • keywords: poem
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284. dickinson-series03_005-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_005-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 22
     • flesch: 72
     • summary: Poem I. Forbidden fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
     • keywords: poem
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285. dickinson-series03_006-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_006-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 4
     • flesch: 75
     • summary: Poem V. FORBIDDEN FRUIT.
     • keywords: poem
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286. dickinson-series03_007-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_007-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That 'heaven' is, to me. The color on the cruising cloud, The interdicted ground Behind the hill, the house behind, -- There Paradise is found!
     • keywords: heaven
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287. dickinson-series03_008-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_008-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 23
     • flesch: 113
     • summary: Poem VI. I say it just Begins to live That day.
     • keywords: word
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288. dickinson-series03_009-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_009-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 52
     • flesch: 74
     • summary: To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or me They may take the trifle Termed mortality! To invest existence with a stately air, Needs but to remember That the acorn there Is the egg of forests For the upper air! Poem VII.
     • keywords: poem vii
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289. dickinson-series03_010-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_010-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 32
     • flesch: 108
     • summary: It's such a little thing to weep, So short a thing to sigh; And yet by trades the size of these We men and women die! Poem VIII.
     • keywords: trades
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290. dickinson-series03_011-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_011-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 64
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: Three times, 't is said, a sinking man Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever To that abhorred abode Where hope and he part company, -- For he is grasped of God. Poem IX.
     • keywords: poem
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291. dickinson-series03_012-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_012-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 23
     • flesch: 106
     • summary: Poem X. How still the bells in steeples stand, Till, swollen with the sky, They leap upon their silver feet In frantic melody!
     • keywords: poem
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292. dickinson-series03_013-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_013-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 93
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: Could we stand with that old Moses Canaan denied, -- Scan, like him, the stately landscape On the other side, -- Doubtless we should deem superfluous Many sciences Not pursued by learnèd angels In scholastic skies! Those who read the Revelations Must not criticise Those who read the same edition With beclouded eyes!
     • keywords: poem
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293. dickinson-series03_014-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_014-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 21
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: A SYLLABLE. Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped freight Of a delivered syllable, 'T would crumble with the weight. Poem XII.
     • keywords: syllable
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294. dickinson-series03_015-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_015-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 47
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
     • keywords: parting
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295. dickinson-series03_016-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_016-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 50
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: The heroism we recite Would be a daily thing, Did not ourselves the cubits warp For fear to be a king. Poem XIV. ASPIRATION.
     • keywords: aspiration
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296. dickinson-series03_017-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_017-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 68
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: The trying on the utmost, The morning it is new, Is terribler than wearing it A whole existence through. Poem XV.
     • keywords: fitting
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297. dickinson-series03_018-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_018-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 45
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!
     • keywords: book
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298. dickinson-series03_019-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_019-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 25
     • flesch: 96
     • summary: God's residence is next to mine, His furniture is love. Poem XVII.
     • keywords: poem
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299. dickinson-series03_020-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_020-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 37
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: A face devoid of love or grace, A hateful, hard, successful face, A face with which a stone Would feel as thoroughly at ease As were they old acquaintances, -- First time together thrown. Poem XVIII.
     • keywords: face
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300. dickinson-series03_021-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_021-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 232
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: I had a guinea golden; I lost it in the sand, And though the sum was simple, And pounds were in the land, Still had it such a value Unto my frugal eye, That when I could not find it I sat me down to sigh. Time brought me other robins, -- Their ballads were the same, -- Still for my missing troubadour I kept the 'house at hame.' I had a star in heaven; One Pleiad was its name, And when I was not heeding It wandered from the same.
     • keywords: guinea
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301. dickinson-series03_022-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_022-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 48
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: They storm the earth and stun the air, A mob of solid bliss. Poem XX. SATURDAY AFTERNOON.
     • keywords: afternoon
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302. dickinson-series03_023-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_023-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 23
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: Poem XXI. Few get enough, -- enough is one; To that ethereal throng Have not each one of us the right To stealthily belong?
     • keywords: poem
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303. dickinson-series03_024-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_024-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 50
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: Poem XXII. As nature's curtain fell The one who bore him tottered in, For this was woman's son.
     • keywords: poem
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304. dickinson-series03_025-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_025-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 54
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: The thought behind I strove to join Unto the thought before, But sequence ravelled out of reach Like balls upon a floor. I felt a clearing in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit.
     • keywords: thought
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305. dickinson-series03_026-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_026-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 55
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her, Can human nature not survive Without a listener? Admonished by her buckled lips Let every babbler be. The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan; Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man.
     • keywords: reticence
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306. dickinson-series03_027-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_027-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: And if to miss were merry, And if to mourn were gay, How very blithe the fingers That gathered these to-day! Poem XXV. WITH FLOWERS.
     • keywords: poem
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307. dickinson-series03_028-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_028-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 100
     • flesch: 79
     • summary: The lightning that preceded it Struck no one but myself, But I would not exchange the bolt For all the rest of life. The farthest thunder that I heard Was nearer than the sky, And rumbles still, though torrid noons Have lain their missiles by.
     • keywords: poem xxvi
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308. dickinson-series03_029-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_029-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 97
     • summary: Soil of flint if steadfast tilled Will reward the hand; Seed of palm by Lybian sun Fructified in sand. Poem XXVII.
     • keywords: poem
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309. dickinson-series03_030-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_030-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 94
     • summary: A door just opened on a street -- I, lost, was passing by -- An instant's width of warmth disclosed, And wealth, and company. Poem XXVIII.
     • keywords: contrast
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310. dickinson-series03_031-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_031-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 27
     • flesch: 109
     • summary: Are friends delight or pain? Could bounty but remain Riches were good. But if they only stay Bolder to fly away, Riches are sad.
     • keywords: friends
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311. dickinson-series03_032-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_032-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 81
     • summary: Poem XXX. FIRE. Fire exists the first in light, And then consolidates, -- Only the chemist can disclose Into what carbonates.
     • keywords: fire
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312. dickinson-series03_033-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_033-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 50
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: Fate slew him, but he did not drop; She felled -- he did not fall -- Impaled him on her fiercest stakes -- He neutralized them all. Poem XXXI.
     • keywords: man
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313. dickinson-series03_034-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_034-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 28
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: For the one ship that struts the shore Many's the gallant, overwhelmed creature Nodding in navies nevermore. Poem XXXII.
     • keywords: ventures
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314. dickinson-series03_035-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_035-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 209
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: There's grief of want, and grief of cold, -- A sort they call 'despair;' There's banishment from native eyes, In sight of native air. I measure every grief I meet With analytic eyes; I wonder if it weighs like mine, Or has an easier size.
     • keywords: eyes
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315. dickinson-series03_036-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_036-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 114
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: I have a king who does not speak; So, wondering, thro' the hours meek I trudge the day away,-- Half glad when it is night and sleep, If, haply, thro' a dream to peep In parlors shut by day. And if I don't, the little Bird Within the Orchard is not heard, And I omit to pray, 'Father, thy will be done' to-day, For my will goes the other way, And it were perjury!
     • keywords: day
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316. dickinson-series03_037-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_037-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 47
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less Than I reviled myself For entertaining plated wares Upon my silver shelf.
     • keywords: disenchantment
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317. dickinson-series03_038-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_038-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 81
     • summary: To lose one's faith surpasses The loss of an estate, Because estates can be Replenished, -- faith cannot. Inherited with life, Belief but once can be; Annihilate a single clause, And Being's beggary. LOST FAITH.
     • keywords: faith
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318. dickinson-series03_039-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_039-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 44
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: Poem XXXVII. LOST JOY. I had a daily bliss I half indifferent viewed, Till sudden I perceived it stir, -- It grew as I pursued, Till when, around a crag, It wasted from my sight, Enlarged beyond my utmost scope, I learned its sweetness right.
     • keywords: poem xxxvii
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319. dickinson-series03_040-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_040-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: I tasted wheat, -- and hated chaff, And thanked the ample friend; Wisdom is more becoming viewed At distance than at hand. Poem XXXVIII.
     • keywords: wheat
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320. dickinson-series03_041-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_041-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 34
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: Minor apparatus, hopper of the mill, Beetle at the candle, Or a fife's small fame, Maintain by accident That they proclaim. Poem XXXIX.
     • keywords: poem xxxix
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321. dickinson-series03_042-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_042-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 44
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: Italy stands the other side, While, like a guard between, The solemn Alps, The siren Alps, Forever intervene! Our lives are Swiss, -- So still, so cool, Till, some odd afternoon, The Alps neglect their curtains, And we look farther on.
     • keywords: alps
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322. dickinson-series03_043-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_043-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: Remembrance has a rear and front, -- 'T is something like a house; It has a garret also For refuse and the mouse, Besides, the deepest cellar That ever mason hewed; Look to it, by its fathoms Ourselves be not pursued. Poem XLI.
     • keywords: remembrance
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323. dickinson-series03_044-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_044-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 41
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: To hang our head ostensibly, And subsequent to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind, Affords the sly presumption That, in so dense a fuzz, You, too, take cobweb attitudes Upon a plane of gauze! Poem XLII.
     • keywords: poem xlii
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324. dickinson-series03_045-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_045-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 76
     • flesch: 96
     • summary: The brain is just the weight of God, For, lift them, pound for pound, And they will differ, if they do, As syllable from sound. The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.
     • keywords: brain
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325. dickinson-series03_046-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_046-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 54
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: A bone has obligations, A being has the same; A marrowless assembly Is culpabler than shame. The bone that has no marrow; What ultimate for that? It is not fit for table, For beggar, or for cat.
     • keywords: bone
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326. dickinson-series03_047-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_047-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: Poem XLV. The past is such a curious creature, To look her in the face A transport may reward us, Or a disgrace.
     • keywords: past
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327. dickinson-series03_048-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_048-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 23
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: To help our bleaker parts Salubrious hours are given, Which if they do not fit for earth Drill silently for heaven. Poem XLVI.
     • keywords: poem
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328. dickinson-series03_049-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_049-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 52
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: Such dimity convictions, A horror so refined Of freckled human nature, Of Deity ashamed, -- It's such a common glory, A fisherman's degree! Redemption, brittle lady, Be so, ashamed of thee. Poem XLVII.
     • keywords: ashamed
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329. dickinson-series03_050-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_050-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 38
     • flesch: 72
     • summary: Who never wanted, -- maddest joy Remains to him unknown: The banquet of abstemiousness Surpasses that of wine. Within its hope, though yet ungrasped Desire's perfect goal, No nearer, lest reality Should disenthrall thy soul.
     • keywords: desire
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330. dickinson-series03_051-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_051-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 22
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: It might be easier To fail with land in sight, Than gain my blue peninsula To perish of delight. Poem XLIX. PHILOSOPHY.
     • keywords: philosophy
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331. dickinson-series03_052-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_052-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 49
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: You cannot put a fire out; A thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a fan Upon the slowest night. You cannot fold a flood And put it in a drawer, -- Because the winds would find it out, And tell your cedar floor.
     • keywords: poem
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332. dickinson-series03_053-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_053-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 38
     • flesch: 96
     • summary: A sailor's business is the shore, A soldier's -- balls. A modest lot, a fame petite, A brief campaign of sting and sweet Is plenty!
     • keywords: poem
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333. dickinson-series03_054-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_054-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 55
     • flesch: 102
     • summary: Is bliss, then, such abyss I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? But bliss is sold just once; The patent lost None buy it any more.
     • keywords: bliss
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334. dickinson-series03_055-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_055-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 45
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. Poem LIII.
     • keywords: experience
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335. dickinson-series03_056-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_056-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 76
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: One day is there of the series Termed Thanksgiving day, Celebrated part at table, Part in memory. Had there been no sharp subtraction From the early sum, Not an acre or a caption Where was once a room, Not a mention, whose small pebble Wrinkled any bay, -- Unto such, were such assembly, 'T were Thanksgiving day.
     • keywords: day
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336. dickinson-series03_057-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_057-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 44
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: Softened by Time's consummate plush, How sleek the woe appears That threatened childhood's citadel And undermined the years! Bisected now by bleaker griefs, We envy the despair That devastated childhood's realm, So easy to repair. CHILDISH GRIEFS.
     • keywords: griefs
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337. dickinson-series03_058-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_058-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 41
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility. Poem I. CONSECRATION.
     • keywords: proud
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338. dickinson-series03_059-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_059-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 59
     • flesch: 68
     • summary: So I, the undivine abode Of his elect content, Conform my soul as 't were a church Unto her sacrament. My worthiness is all my doubt, His merit all my fear, Contrasting which, my qualities Do lowlier appear; Lest I should insufficient prove For his beloved need, The chiefest apprehension Within my loving creed.
     • keywords: poem
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339. dickinson-series03_060-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_060-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 19
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: Love is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath. Poem III.
     • keywords: love
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340. dickinson-series03_061-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_061-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 104
     • flesch: 82
     • summary: It was the limit of my dream, The focus of my prayer, -- A perfect, paralyzing bliss Contented as despair. For this new value in the soul, Supremest earthly sum.
     • keywords: satisfied
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341. dickinson-series03_062-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_062-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 47
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: When roses cease to bloom, dear, And violets are done, When bumble-bees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the sun, The hand that paused to gather Upon this summer's day Will idle lie, in Auburn, -- Then take my flower, pray! Poem V. WITH A FLOWER.
     • keywords: flower
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342. dickinson-series03_063-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_063-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 45
     • flesch: 97
     • summary: Summer for thee grant I may be When summer days are flown! For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb And sow my blossoms o'er!
     • keywords: thee
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343. dickinson-series03_064-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_064-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 59
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: Split the lark and you'll find the music, Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled, Scantily dealt to the summer morning, Saved for your ear when lutes be old. Loose the flood, you shall find it patent, Gush after gush, reserved for you; Scarlet experiment!
     • keywords: bulb
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344. dickinson-series03_065-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_065-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 47
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: The Caspian has its realms of sand, Its other realm of sea; Without the sterile perquisite No Caspian could be. Poem VIII.
     • keywords: caspian
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345. dickinson-series03_066-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_066-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 52
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: Like morning glory Thou'll wilted be; thou'll wilted be! Poor little heart! Did they forget thee?
     • keywords: heart
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346. dickinson-series03_067-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_067-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 78
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: But where it fell The saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted brother Gave his breath away. The most accomplished shot! Time's sublimest target Is a soul 'forgot'!
     • keywords: day
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347. dickinson-series03_068-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_068-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 101
     • summary: Poem XI. Vanquished, my soul will know, By but a simple arrow Sped by an archer's bow.
     • keywords: arrow
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348. dickinson-series03_069-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_069-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 63
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow, By fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten, Your brain to bubble cool, -- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.
     • keywords: poem xii
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349. dickinson-series03_070-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_070-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 47
     • flesch: 104
     • summary: When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! Poem XIII.
     • keywords: poem
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350. dickinson-series03_071-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_071-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 49
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: Poem XIV. Father, I bring thee not myself, -- That were the little load; I bring thee the imperial heart I had not strength to hold.
     • keywords: heart
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351. dickinson-series03_072-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_072-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 24
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: We outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore. Poem XV.
     • keywords: poem
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352. dickinson-series03_073-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_073-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 59
     • flesch: 106
     • summary: Poem XVI. I've known To lash the magic creature
     • keywords: whip
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353. dickinson-series03_074-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_074-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 32
     • flesch: 107
     • summary: Barbs has it, like a bee. Poem XVII.
     • keywords: friend
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354. dickinson-series03_075-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_075-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 72
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: It was a boundless place to me, And silenced, as the awful sea Puts minor streams to rest. And now, I'm different from before, As if I breathed superior air, Or brushed a royal gown; My feet, too, that had wandered so, My gypsy face transfigured now To tenderer renown.
     • keywords: poem
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355. dickinson-series03_076-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_076-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 25
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: Let me not mar that perfect dream By an auroral stain, But so adjust my daily night That it will come again. Poem XIX.
     • keywords: dreams
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356. dickinson-series03_077-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_077-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 85
     • flesch: 73
     • summary: I live with him, I hear his voice, I stand alive to-day To witness to the certainty Of immortality Taught me by Time, -- the lower way, Conviction every day, -- That life like this is endless, Be judgment what it may. Poem XX. NUMEN LUMEN.
     • keywords: day
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357. dickinson-series03_078-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_078-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 121
     • flesch: 72
     • summary: I envy light that wakes him, And bells that boldly ring To tell him it is noon abroad, -- Myself his noon could bring, Yet interdict my blossom And abrogate my bee, Lest noon in everlasting night Drop Gabriel and me. I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills That gaze upon his journey; How easy all can see What is forbidden utterly As heaven, unto me!
     • keywords: noon
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358. dickinson-series03_079-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_079-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 47
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: A solemn thing it was, I said, A woman white to be, And wear, if God should count me fit, Her hallowed mystery. A timid thing to drop a life Into the purple well, Too plummetless that it come back Eternity until.
     • keywords: thing
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359. dickinson-series03_080-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_080-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 86
     • flesch: 74
     • summary: The rose will redden in the bog, The aster on the hill Her everlasting fashion set, And covenant gentians frill, Till summer folds her miracle As women do their gown, Or priests adjust the symbols When sacrament is done. The springtime's pallid landscape Will glow like bright bouquet, Though drifted deep in parian The village lies to-day.
     • keywords: poem
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360. dickinson-series03_081-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_081-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 29
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: Poem II. I touched her cradle mute; She recognized the foot, Put on her carmine suit, -- And see!
     • keywords: poem
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361. dickinson-series03_082-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_082-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 91
     • flesch: 81
     • summary: When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human nature feels. Then, as horizons step, Or noons report away, Without the formula of sound, It passes, and we stay: A quality of loss Affecting our content, As trade had suddenly encroached Upon a sacrament.
     • keywords: furthest
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362. dickinson-series03_083-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_083-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 85
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: A lady red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps! The tidy breezes with their brooms Sweep vale, and hill, and tree! Prithee, my pretty housewives!
     • keywords: lady
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363. dickinson-series03_084-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_084-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 152
     • flesch: 105
     • summary: But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come, That blame is just as dear as praise And praise as mere as blame. Dear March, how are you?
     • keywords: march
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364. dickinson-series03_085-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_085-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 70
     • flesch: 97
     • summary: We like March, his shoes are purple, He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder's tongue his coming, And begets her spot. News is he of all the others; Bold it were to die With the blue-birds buccaneering On his British sky.
     • keywords: march
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365. dickinson-series03_086-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_086-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 26
     • flesch: 105
     • summary: Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door; Or has it feathers like a bird, Or billows like a shore? DAWN.
     • keywords: dawn
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366. dickinson-series03_087-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_087-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 120
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: A murmur in the trees to note, Not loud enough for wind; A star not far enough to seek, Nor near enough to find; A long, long yellow on the lawn, A hubbub as of feet; Not audible, as ours to us, But dapperer, more sweet; A hurrying home of little men To houses unperceived, -- All this, and more, if I should tell, Would never be believed. Poem VIII.
     • keywords: long
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367. dickinson-series03_088-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_088-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 22
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: Morning is the place for dew, Corn is made at noon, After dinner light for flowers, Dukes for setting sun! Poem IX.
     • keywords: poem
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368. dickinson-series03_089-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_089-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 45
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: In cave if I presumed to hide, The walls began to tell; Creation seemed a mighty crack To make me visible. ; The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature's sentinels.
     • keywords: poem x.
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369. dickinson-series03_090-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_090-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 36
     • flesch: 103
     • summary: A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn, A flash of dew, a bee or two, A breeze A caper in the trees, -- And I'm a rose! Poem XI.
     • keywords: rose
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370. dickinson-series03_091-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_091-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 92
     • flesch: 75
     • summary: A joyous-going fellow I gathered from his talk, Which both of benediction And badinage partook, Without apparent burden, I learned, in leafy wood High from the earth I heard a bird; He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly Upon a pile of wind Which in a perturbation Nature had left behind.
     • keywords: poem xii
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371. dickinson-series03_092-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_092-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 38
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: The spider as an artist Has never been employed Though his surpassing merit Is freely certified By every broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian land. Poem XIII.
     • keywords: cobwebs
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372. dickinson-series03_093-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_093-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 116
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: Related somehow they may be, -- The sedge stands next the sea, Where he is floorless, yet of fear No evidence gives he. Poem XIV.
     • keywords: poem
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373. dickinson-series03_094-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_094-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 29
     • flesch: 103
     • summary: 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.
     • keywords: revery
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374. dickinson-series03_095-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_095-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 50
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: It's like the morning, -- Best when it's done, -- The everlasting clocks Chime noon. It's like the woods, Private like breeze, Phraseless, yet it stirs The proudest trees.
     • keywords: poem
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375. dickinson-series03_096-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_096-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 57
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: A dew sufficed itself And satisfied a leaf, And felt, 'how vast a destiny! How trivial is life!' The sun went out to work, The day went out to play, But not again that dew was seen By physiognomy.
     • keywords: sun
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376. dickinson-series03_097-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_097-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 25
     • flesch: 102
     • summary: His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. Poem XVIII.
     • keywords: poem
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377. dickinson-series03_098-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_098-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 47
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake; 'T is then we sigh for houses, And our departure take At that enthralling gallop That only childhood knows. Poem XIX.
     • keywords: snake
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378. dickinson-series03_099-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_099-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 99
     • flesch: 73
     • summary: Could I but ride indefinite, As doth the meadow-bee, And visit only where I liked, And no man visit me, And flirt all day with buttercups, And marry whom I may, And dwell a little everywhere, Or better, run away With no police to follow, Or chase me if I do, Till I should jump peninsulas To get away from you, -- I said, but just to be a bee Upon a raft of air, And row in nowhere all day long, And anchor off the bar,-- What liberty! Poem XX.
     • keywords: day
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379. dickinson-series03_100-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_100-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 113
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known. Poem XXI.
     • keywords: moon
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380. dickinson-series03_101-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_101-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 67
     • flesch: 73
     • summary: His small umbrella, quaintly halved, Describing in the air An arc alike inscrutable, -- Elate philosopher! Deputed from what firmament Of what astute abode, Empowered with what malevolence The bat is dun with wrinkled wings Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible.
     • keywords: bat
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381. dickinson-series03_102-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_102-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 115
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: Their liquid feet go softly out Upon a sea of blond; They spurn the air as 't were too mean For creatures so renowned. The crowd retire with an oath The dust in streets goes down, And clerks in counting-rooms observe, 'T was only a balloon.'
     • keywords: balloon
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382. dickinson-series03_103-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_103-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 70
     • flesch: 94
     • summary: The low grass loaded with the dew, The twilight stood as strangers do With hat in hand, polite and new, To stay as if, or go. A vastness, as a neighbor, came, -- A wisdom without face or name, A peace, as hemispheres at home, -- And so the night became.
     • keywords: poem
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383. dickinson-series03_104-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_104-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 23
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: Drab habitation of whom? Tabernacle or tomb, Or dome of worm, Or porch of gnome, Or some elf's catacomb? Poem XXV. COCOON.
     • keywords: cocoon
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384. dickinson-series03_105-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_105-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 24
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: A sloop of amber slips away Upon an ether sea, And wrecks in peace a purple tar, The son of ecstasy. Poem XXVI.
     • keywords: sunset
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385. dickinson-series03_106-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_106-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 85
     • flesch: 73
     • summary: So adequate its forms, So preconcerted with itself, So distant to alarms, -- An unconcern so sovereign To universe, or me, It paints my simple spirit With tints of majesty, Till I take vaster attitudes, And strut upon my stem, Disdaining men and oxygen, For arrogance of them. Poem XXVII.
     • keywords: poem
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386. dickinson-series03_107-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_107-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 135
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: -- These are the visions baffled Guido; Titian never told; Domenichino dropped the pencil, Powerless to unfold. Now it is night in nest and kennel, And where was the wood, Just a dome of abyss is nodding Into solitude!
     • keywords: old
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387. dickinson-series03_108-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_108-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: The murmuring of bees has ceased; But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come, -- The lower metres of the year, When nature's laugh is done, -- The Revelations of the book Whose Genesis is June. Poem XXIX.
     • keywords: murmuring
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388. dickinson-series03_109-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_109-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 54
     • flesch: 72
     • summary: To guess it puzzles scholars; To gain it, men have shown Contempt of generations, And crucifixion known. It beckons and it baffles; Philosophies don't know, And through a riddle, at the last, Sagacity must go.
     • keywords: sound
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389. dickinson-series03_110-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_110-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 33
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: We learn in the retreating How vast an one Was recently among us. Poem II.
     • keywords: poem
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390. dickinson-series03_111-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_111-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 41
     • flesch: 93
     • summary: They say that 'time assuages,' -- Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Poem III.
     • keywords: time
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391. dickinson-series03_112-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_112-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 64
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: Not that we tire of thee, But that thyself fatigue of us; Remember, as thou flee, We follow thee until Thou notice us no more, And then, reluctant, turn away To con thee o'er and o'er, And blame the scanty love We were content to show, Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold If thou would'st take it now. We cover thee, sweet face.
     • keywords: thee
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392. dickinson-series03_113-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_113-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 78
     • summary: Poem V. ENDING. That is solemn we have ended, -- Be it but a play, Or a glee among the garrets, Or a holiday, Or a leaving home; or later, Parting with a world We have understood, for better Still it be unfurled.
     • keywords: poem
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393. dickinson-series03_114-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_114-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 18
     • flesch: 64
     • summary: The stimulus, beyond the grave His countenance to see, Supports me like imperial drams Afforded royally. Poem VI.
     • keywords: poem
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394. dickinson-series03_115-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_115-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 75
     • summary: Other betrothal shall dissolve, Wedlock of will decay; Only the keeper of this seal Conquers mortality. Bride of the Father and the Son, Bride of the Holy Ghost!
     • keywords: bride
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395. dickinson-series03_116-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_116-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 19
     • flesch: 76
     • summary: That such have died enables us The tranquiller to die; That such have lived, certificate For immortality. Poem VIII.
     • keywords: poem
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396. dickinson-series03_117-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_117-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 53
     • flesch: 96
     • summary: Poem IX. Then they will hasten to the door To call the little child, Who cannot thank them, for the ice That on her lisping piled.
     • keywords: poem
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397. dickinson-series03_118-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_118-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 74
     • summary: As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we've immortal place, Though pyramids decay, And kingdoms, like the orchard, Flit russetly away. Poem X. IMMORTALITY.
     • keywords: poem
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398. dickinson-series03_119-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_119-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 45
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. Poem XI.
     • keywords: poem
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399. dickinson-series03_120-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_120-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 78
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: In deference to him Extinct be every hum, Whose garden wrestles with the dew, At daybreak overcome! -- Paid all that life had earned In one consummate bill, And now, what life or death can do Is immaterial.
     • keywords: life
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400. dickinson-series03_121-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_121-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 59
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: Bait it with the balsam, Seek it with the knife, Baffle, if it cost you Everything in life. Then, if it have burrowed Out of reach of skill, Ring the tree and leave it, -- 'T is the vermin's will.
     • keywords: death
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401. dickinson-series03_123-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_123-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 26
     • flesch: 102
     • summary: Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides. Poem XV.
     • keywords: poem
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402. dickinson-series03_124-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_124-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: This latest leisure equal lulls The beggar and his queen; Propitiate this democrat By summer's gracious mien. Poem XVI.
     • keywords: poem
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403. dickinson-series03_125-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_125-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 67
     • flesch: 84
     • summary: As far from time as history, As near yourself to-day As children to the rainbow's scarf, Or sunset's yellow play To eyelids in the sepulchre. As far from pity as complaint, As cool to speech as stone, As numb to revelation As if my trade were bone.
     • keywords: poem xvii
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404. dickinson-series03_127-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_127-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 48
     • flesch: 88
     • summary: She laid her docile crescent down, And this mechanic stone Still states, to dates that have forgot, The news that she is gone. Poem XIX.
     • keywords: poem
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405. dickinson-series03_128-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_128-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: Poem XX. Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast; Grant, God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest. Please God, might I behold him In epauletted white, I should not fear the foe then, I should not fear the fight.
     • keywords: god
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406. dickinson-series03_129-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_129-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 44
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'T is a necessity. Poem XXI.
     • keywords: heaven
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407. dickinson-series03_130-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_130-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 23
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: Where every bird is bold to go, And bees abashless play, The foreigner before he knocks Must thrust the tears away. Poem XXII.
     • keywords: poem
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408. dickinson-series03_131-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_131-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 39
     • flesch: 89
     • summary: Till everlasting life unite In strong society. The grave my little cottage is, Where, keeping house for thee, I make my parlor orderly, And lay the marble tea, For two divided, briefly, A cycle, it may be,
     • keywords: poem xxiii
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409. dickinson-series03_132-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_132-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 48
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: Looking back is best that is left, Or if it be before, Retrospection is prospect's half, Sometimes almost more. This was in the white of the year, That was in the green, Drifts were as difficult then to think As daisies now to be seen.
     • keywords: poem
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410. dickinson-series03_133-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_133-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 23
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: Sweet hours have perished here; This is a mighty room; Within its precincts hopes have played, -- Now shadows in the tomb. Poem XXV.
     • keywords: poem
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411. dickinson-series03_134-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_134-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! Poem XXVI.
     • keywords: poem
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412. dickinson-series03_135-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_135-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 43
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: Poem XXVII. INVISIBLE. From us she wandered now a year, Her tarrying unknown; If wilderness prevent her feet, Or that ethereal zone No eye hath seen and lived, We ignorant must be.
     • keywords: invisible
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413. dickinson-series03_136-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_136-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 52
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: I wish I knew that woman's name, So, when she comes this way, To hold my life, and hold my ears, For fear I hear her say She's 'sorry I am dead,' again, Just when the grave and I Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, -- Our only lullaby. Poem XXVIII.
     • keywords: poem xxviii
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414. dickinson-series03_137-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_137-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 92
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: I waked, to find it first awake, I rose, -- it followed me; I tried to drop it in the crowd, To lose it in the sea, In cups of artificial drowse To sleep its shape away, -- The grave was finished, but the spade Remained in memory. Poem XXIX.
     • keywords: grave
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415. dickinson-series03_138-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_138-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 94
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again. I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through.
     • keywords: treading
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416. dickinson-series03_139-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_139-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 72
     • flesch: 101
     • summary: To wander now is my abode; To rest, -- to rest would be A privilege of hurricane To memory and me. I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine.
     • keywords: death
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417. dickinson-series03_140-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_140-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 49
     • flesch: 91
     • summary: I sing to use the waiting, My bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching, We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away. Poem XXXII.
     • keywords: waiting
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418. dickinson-series03_141-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_141-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 35
     • flesch: 71
     • summary: A sickness of this world it most occasions When best men die; A wishfulness their far condition To occupy. A chief indifference, as foreign A world must be Themselves forsake contented, For Deity.
     • keywords: world
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419. dickinson-series03_142-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_142-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 57
     • flesch: 66
     • summary: Superfluous were the sun When excellence is dead; He were superfluous every day, For every day is said That syllable whose faith Just saves it from despair, And whose 'I'll meet you' hesitates If love inquire, 'Where?' Upon his dateless fame Our periods may lie, As stars that drop anonymous From an abundant sky. Poem XXXIV.
     • keywords: superfluous
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420. dickinson-series03_143-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_143-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 40
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: So satisfied to go Where none of us should be, Immediately, that anguish stooped Almost to jealousy. Poem XXXV.
     • keywords: poem
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421. dickinson-series03_144-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_144-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 105
     • flesch: 103
     • summary: But never I mind the bridges, And never I mind the sea; Held fast in everlasting race By my own choice and thee. That will do! Put me in on the firmest side, So I shall never fall; For we must ride to the Judgment, And it's partly down hill.
     • keywords: ready
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422. dickinson-series03_145-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_145-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 44
     • flesch: 74
     • summary: The dying need but little, dear, -- A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret, And certainly that one No color in the rainbow Perceives when you are gone. Poem XXXVII.
     • keywords: poem xxxvii
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423. dickinson-series03_146-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_146-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 65
     • flesch: 101
     • summary: While simple-hearted neighbors Chat of the 'early dead,' We, prone to periphrasis, Remark that birds have fled! Poem XXXVIII. DEAD.
     • keywords: dead
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424. dickinson-series03_147-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_147-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more. Poem XXXIX.
     • keywords: poem xxxix
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425. dickinson-series03_148-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_148-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 60
     • flesch: 83
     • summary: Three weeks passed since I had seen her, -- Some disease had vexed; 'T was with text and village singing I beheld her next, And a company -- our pleasure To discourse alone; Gracious now to me as any, Gracious unto none. Borne, without dissent of either, To the parish night; Of the separated people Which are out of sight?
     • keywords: gracious
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426. dickinson-series03_149-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_149-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 92
     • summary: I breathed enough to learn the trick, And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must descend Among the cunning cells, And touch the pantomime himself. Poem XLI.
     • keywords: poem xli
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427. dickinson-series03_150-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_150-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 26
     • flesch: 99
     • summary: I wonder if the sepulchre Is not a lonesome way, When men and boys, and larks and June Go down the fields to hay! Poem XLII.
     • keywords: poem xlii
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428. dickinson-series03_151-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_151-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 56
     • flesch: 98
     • summary: 'A soul has gone to God,' I'm answered in a lonesome tone; Is heaven then so sad? That bells should joyful ring to tell A soul had gone to heaven, Would seem to me the proper way A good news should be given. Poem XLIII.
     • keywords: soul
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429. dickinson-series03_152-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_152-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 84
     • flesch: 97
     • summary: I and thee Permitted face to face to be; After a life, a death we'll say, -- For death was that, and this is thee. For though they lock thee in the grave, Myself can hold the key.
     • keywords: thee
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430. dickinson-series03_153-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_153-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 80
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: Before the ice is in the pools, Before the skaters go, Or any cheek at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow, Before the fields have finished, Before the Christmas tree, Wonder upon wonder Will arrive to me! Poem XLV.
     • keywords: poem xlv
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431. dickinson-series03_154-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_154-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 95
     • flesch: 87
     • summary: I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could make assignable, -- and then There interposed a fly, With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me; And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see.
     • keywords: fly
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432. dickinson-series03_155-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_155-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 72
     • flesch: 95
     • summary: But angels say, on yesterday, Just as the dawn was red, One little boat o'erspent with gales Retrimmed its masts, redecked its sails Exultant, onward sped! Poem XLVII.
     • keywords: boat
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433. dickinson-series03_156-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_156-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 135
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The minister goes stiffly in As if the house were his, And he owned all the mourners now, And little boys besides; And then the milliner, and the man Of the appalling trade, To take the measure of the house.
     • keywords: house
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434. dickinson-series03_157-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_157-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 28
     • flesch: 94
     • summary: We never know we go, -- when we are going We jest and shut the door; Fate following behind us bolts it, And we accost no more. Poem XLIX.
     • keywords: poem xlix
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435. dickinson-series03_158-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_158-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 73
     • flesch: 101
     • summary: I thought that storm was brief, -- The maddest, quickest by; But Nature lost the date of this, And left it in the sky. It burned me in the night, It blistered in my dream; It sickened fresh upon my sight With every morning's beam.
     • keywords: storm
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436. dickinson-series03_159-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_159-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 28
     • flesch: 100
     • summary: Water is taught by thirst; Land, by the oceans passed; Transport, by throe; Peace, by its battles told; Love, by memorial mould; Poem LI.
     • keywords: snow
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437. dickinson-series03_160-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_160-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 42
     • flesch: 85
     • summary: It intimates the finer want, Whose adequate supply Is that great water in the west Termed immortality. We thirst at first, -- 't is Nature's act; And later, when we die, A little water supplicate Of fingers going by.
     • keywords: thirst
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438. dickinson-series03_161-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_161-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 80
     • flesch: 86
     • summary: The figures hunched with pain, Then quivered out of decimals Into degreeless noon. It will not stir for doctors, This pendulum of snow; The shopman importunes it, While cool, concernless
     • keywords: poem liii
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439. dickinson-series03_162-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_162-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 99
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: This bird, observing others, When frosts too sharp became, Retire to other latitudes, Quietly did the same, But differed in returning; Since Yorkshire hills are green, Yet not in all the nests I meet Can nightingale be seen. All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of 'Currer Bell,' In quiet Haworth laid.
     • keywords: brontã
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440. dickinson-series03_163-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_163-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 34
     • flesch: 102
     • summary: The gnat's supremacy Is large as thine. Poem LV.
     • keywords: poem
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441. dickinson-series03_164-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_164-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 41
     • flesch: 80
     • summary: Far from love the Heavenly Father Leads the chosen child; Oftener through realm of briar Than the meadow mild, Oftener by the claw of dragon Than the hand of friend, Guides the little one predestined To the native land. Poem LVI.
     • keywords: poem lvi
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442. dickinson-series03_165-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_165-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 48
     • flesch: 94
     • summary: A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By stretch of limb or stir of lid, -- An independent one. Was ever idleness like this? Within a hut of stone To bask the centuries away Nor once look up for noon?
     • keywords: long
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443. dickinson-series03_166-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_166-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 148
     • flesch: 96
     • summary: I wondered which would miss me least, And when Thanksgiving came, If father'd multiply the plates To make an even sum. And if my stocking hung too high, Would it blur the Christmas glee, That not a Santa Claus could reach The altitude of me?
     • keywords: time
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444. dickinson-series03_167-1896
     • author: dickinson
     • title: dickinson-series03_167-1896
     • date: 1896
     • words: 46
     • flesch: 90
     • summary: On this wondrous sea, Sailing silently, Ho! pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar, Where the storm is o'er? In the silent west Many sails at rest, Their anchors fast; Thither I pilot thee, -- Land, ho!
     • keywords: eternity
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