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A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.
Topic: Abuse
Source: None
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Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Topic: Age
Source: None
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Anger as soon as fed is dead — 'Tis starving makes it fat.
Topic: Anger
Source: None
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Beauty is not caused. It is.
Topic: Beauty
Source: None
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The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
Topic: Bees
Source: Poems (V)
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His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
Topic: Bees
Source: Poems--The Bee (XV)
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Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Topic: Boldness
Source: None
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Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Topic: Death / Immortality
Source: None
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Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
Topic: Drinking
Source: Poems (XX)
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Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Topic: Ecstacy
Source: None
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For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
Topic: Ecstacy
Source: None
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Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But Microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.
Topic: Faith
Source: Poems--Second Series (XXX)
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Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
Topic: Fame
Source: None
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I must go in, the fog is rising.
Topic: Famous Last Words
Source: None
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The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
Topic: Heart
Source: Poems (IX), (ed. 1891)
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And so upon this wise I prayed,--
Great Spirit, give to me
A heaven not so large as yours
But large enough for me.
Topic: Heaven
Source: A Prayer
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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.
Topic: Help
Source: Life
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Where thou art, that is home.
Topic: Home
Source: None
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Hope is a strange invention-- A Patent of the Heart-- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out.
Topic: Hope
Source: None
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"Hope" is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all- .
Topic: Hope
Source: None
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A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Topic: Immortality
Source: None
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Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
'Tis the majority
In this, as all, prevails
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,--you're straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
Topic: Insanity
Source: Poems (XI (1891 ed.))
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...the fog is rising.
Topic: Last words
Source: None
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Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Topic: Living
Source: None
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Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.
Topic: Love
Source: None
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How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Topic: Nature
Source: None
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Belshazzar had a letter,--
He never had but one;
Belshazzar's correspondence
Concluded and begun
In that immortal copy
The conscience of us all
Can read without its glasses
On revelation's wall.
Topic: Post
Source: Poems (XXV, Belshazzar had a Letter), (ed. 1891)
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God preaches, a noted clergyman,
And the sermon is never long;
So instead of getting to heaven at last,
I'm going all along.
Topic: Preaching
Source: Poems (VI, A Service of Song)
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If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Topic: Religion / Beliefs
Source: None
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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 Up to his nest again, I shall not live in vain. -Emily Dickinson.
Topic: Service
Source: None
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The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies!
Topic: Sky
Source: Poems (XIX, second series (ed. 1891))
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A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
Topic: Spring
Source: No. 1333
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Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
Topic: Success
Source: Success, (ed. 1891)
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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.
Topic: Victory
Source: Poems--Success
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There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons--
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes--
Topic: Winter
Source: No. 258
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