Emily Dickinson ( 10 of 43 )
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
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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
Into his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
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The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
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The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies!
Forever is composed of nows.
Forever is composed of nows.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
