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American lyric poet who lived in seclusion and commanded a singular brilliance of style and integrity of vision. With Walt Whitman, Dickinson is widely considered to be one of the two leading 19th-century American poets.
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Emily Dickinson's poems
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Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
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Rating: 3.00
Votes: 4 |
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He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
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I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
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Rating: 3.20
Votes: 5 |
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Not "Revelation"-'tis-that waits,
But our unfurnished eyes-
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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1035
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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1034
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Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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It's thoughts-and just One Heart-
And Old Sunshine-about-
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"I want" — it pleaded — All its life —
I want — was chief it said
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Rating: 0.00
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Just so — Jesus — raps —
He — doesn't weary —
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Rating: 3.80
Votes: 5 |
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Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
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Rating: 1.00
Votes: 1 |
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A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
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Rating: 3.67
Votes: 3 |
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1000
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Ribbons of the Year—
Multitude Brocade—
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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The Manner of its Death
When Certain it must die—
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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"Arcturus" is his other name-
I'd rather call him "Star."
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