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• 1.Emily Dickinson - Our share of night to bear
• Our share of night to bear -- Our share of morning -- Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning -- Here a star, and there a star, Some lose the...
• 2.Where bells no more affright the morn
• Where bells no more affright the morn -- Where scrabble never comes -- Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms -- Where tired Child...
• 3.The Bee is not afraid of me.
• The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially -- The Brooks laugh louder when I come -- The B...
• 4.Artists wrestled here!
• Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year! For the easel here Say Repose!...
• 5.By a flower -- By a letter
• By a flower -- By a letter -- By a nimble love -- If I weld the Rivet faster -- Final fast -- above -- Never mind my breathless Anvil! Never mind Repo...
• 6.Emily Dickinson - Surgeons must be very careful
• Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit -- Life!...
• 7.'Twas such a little -- little boat
• 'Twas such a little -- little boat That toddled down the bay! 'Twas such a gallant -- gallant sea That beckoned it away! 'Twas such a greedy, greedy w...
• 8.The Daisy follows soft the Sun
• The Daisy follows soft the Sun -- And when his golden walk is done -- Sits shyly at his feet -- He -- waking -- finds the flower there -- Wherefore --...
• 9.To hang our head -- ostensibly
• 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...
• 10.Emily Dickinson - Where I have lost, I softer tread
• Where I have lost, I softer tread -- I sow sweet flower from garden bed -- I pause above that vanished head And mourn. Whom I have lost, I pious guard...