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• The Opening and the Close

  The Opening and the Close
  Of Being, are alike
  Or differ, if they do, …

• The Outer — from the Inner

  The Outer — from the Inner
  Derives its Magnitude —
  'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according …

• The Outlet (Dickinson)

  My river runs to thee :
  Blue sea, wilt welcome me ?
  My river waits reply. …

  Emily Dickinson

• The overtakelessness of those

  The overtakelessness of those
  Who have accomplished Death
  Majestic is to me beyond …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Past is such a curious Creature

  The Past is such a curious Creature
  To look her in the Face
  A Transport may receipt us …

  Emily Dickinson

• The pattern of the sun

  The pattern of the sun
  Can fit but him alone
  For sheen must have a Disk …

• The pedigree of Honey

  The pedigree of honey
  Does not concern the bee ;
  A clover, any time, to him …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Pile of Years is not so high

  The Pile of Years is not so high
  As when you came before
  But it is rising every Day …

• The Popular Heart is a Cannon first —

  The Popular Heart is a Cannon first —
  Subsequent a Drum —
  Bells for an Auxiliary …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Price. To The Same.

  CAN there on earth, my Celia, be
  A price I would not pay for thee?
  Yes, one dear precious tear of thine …

  Henry Fielding

• The Province of the Saved

  The Province of the Saved
  Should be the Art — To save —
  Through Skill obtained in Themselves — …

• The pungent atom in the Air

  The pungent atom in the Air
  Admits of no debate —
  All that is named of Summer Days …

• The rainbow never tells me

  The rainbow never tells me
  That gust and storm are by,
  Yet is she more convincing …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —

  The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —
  The Violet — is Noon —
  The Yellow — Day — is falling — …

• The reticent volcano keeps

  The reticent volcano keeps
  His never slumbering plan —
  Confided are his projects pink …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Riddle we can guess

  The Riddle we can guess
  We speedily despise —
  Not anything is stale so long …

• The Riot

  Old England, alas! what is come to thy sons!
  Such rioting over the Capital runs
  That has not been seen for a cent'ry before. …

  James Boswell

• The Road to Paradise is plain,

  The Road to Paradise is plain,
  And holds scarce one.
  Not that it is not firm …

• The Road was lit with Moon and star —

  The Road was lit with Moon and star —
  The Trees were bright and still —
  Descried I — by the distant Light …

• The Robin for the Crumb

  The Robin for the Crumb
  Returns no syllable
  But long records the Lady's name …

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