My luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
My luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I [...]

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The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.
For the peace of my years
In the long green [...]

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We do welcome, “New Year”
with joy, pleasure and satisfaction
The dawn of the new future,
With new wishes, with a new sense
To proceed to goals with more confidence
We are to see what we would find
And what we still have left behind
In the light of the day
That we left away
We are to determine the directions
For our soul and [...]

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“The Home of Emily Dickinson Amherst College Amherst, Massachusetts.” Photo by Frank Ward.

This is the family home of Emily Dickinson x1849, located in Amherst, MA. Also included are some Emily Dickinson postcards from the Jones Library in Amherst.
 

“A Dickinson family writing table and chair in the poet’s bedroom. The Dickinson Homestead Amherst College Amherst, Massachusetts.” [...]

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I felt a funeral in my brain,
   And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
   That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
   A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
   My mind was going numb
And then I heard them lift a box,
   And creak across my soul
With those [...]

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Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.

Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the Farmer’s Corn –
Men eat of it and die.

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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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Because I could not stop for Death – 
He kindly stopped for me – 
The Carriage held but just Ourselves – 
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility – 

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring – 
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – 
We passed the Setting Sun – 

Or rather – He passed us – 
The [...]

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I went to heaven,–
‘T was a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew.
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I could be
‘Mong such unique
Society.

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I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.

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