Selected Poetry of Emily Dickenson

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SELECTED POEMS OF

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SELECTED POEMS OF

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CONTENTS

Success is Counted Sweetest

I Dwell in Possiblity

I Never Saw a Moor

To See the Summer Sky

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking

�ere is a Solitude of Space

�e Murmur of a Bee

I’m Nobody! Who Are You?

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SUCCESS IS COUNTED SWEETEST

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. 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.

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I dwell in Possibility –A fairer House than Prose –More numerous of  Windows –Superior – for Doors –

Of  Chambers as the Cedars –Impregnable of  Eye –And for an Everlasting RoofThe Gambrels of  the Sky –

Of  Visitors – the fairest –For Occupation –This –The spreading wide my narrow HandsTo gather Paradise – 

I DWELL IN POSSIBILITY

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I never saw a Moor –I never saw the Sea –Yet know I how the Heather looksAnd what a Billow be.

I never spoke with GodNor visited in Heaven –Yet certain am I of  the spot As if  the Checks were given –

I NEVER SAW A MOOR

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To see the Summer SkyIs Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –

TO SEE THE SUMMER SKY

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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 robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain

IF I CAN STOP ONE HEART FROM BREAKING

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THERE IS A SOLITUDE OF SPACE

There is a solitude of spaceA solitude of seaA solitude of death, but theseSociety shall beCompared with thatprofounder site

That polar privacy

A soul admitted to itself —Finite infinity.

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The murmer of a bee.A witchcraft yieldeth me.

If any ask me why,‘Twere easier to die

than tell.

The breaking of the dayAddeth to my degree;

If any ask me how,Artist, who drew me so,

Must tell!

The red upon the hill Taketh away my will;

If anybody sneer,Take care, for God is here,

That’s all.

THE MURMUR OF A BEE

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I’M NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU?I’M NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU?

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Then

To

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