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Pain has an element of blank;

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Papa above! Regard a Mouse

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Perception of an Object costs

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Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?

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Peril as a possession

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Pigmy seraphs gone astray,

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Pink, small, and punctual.I

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Pompless no life can pass away;

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Poor little heart!

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Portraits are to daily faces

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Prayer is the little implement

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Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn

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Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,

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Read, sweet, how others strove,

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“ Remember me,” implored the Thief —

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Remembrance has a rear and front, —

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Remorse is memory awake,

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Reverse cannot befall the fine Prosperity

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Safe Despair it is that raves,

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Safe in their alabaster chambers,

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She died at play,

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She died, — this was the way she died;

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She laid her docile crescent down,

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She rose to his requirement, dropped

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She slept beneath a tree

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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,

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She went as quiet as the dew

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Sleep is supposed to be,

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So bashful when I spied her,

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So, from the mould

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Softened by Time’s consummate plush,

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So gay a flower bereaved the mind

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Some Days retired from the rest

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Some keep the Sabbath going to church;.no

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Some rainbow coming from the fair!.in

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Some things that fly there be,—

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Some, too fragile for winter winds,

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So proud she was to die

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So set its sun in thee,

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Soul, wilt thou toss again?

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South winds jostle them

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“ Sown in dishonor ? ”

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The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson/

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