Emily Dickinson
- Anger as soon as fed is dead--
'Tis starving that makes it fat--.
(topic: anger)
- Fame is a bee.
It has a song--
It has a sting--
Ah, too, it has a wing.
(topic: fame)
- Hope is a strange invention--
A Patent of the Heart--
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out.
(topic: hope)
- The Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination.
(topic: imagination)
- Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality.
(topic: love)
- Luck is not chance---
It's Toil---
Fortune's expensive smile
Is earned---
(topic: luck)
- Nature, like us is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
(topic: nature)
- The words the happy say
Are paltry melody
But those the silent feel
Are beautiful--
(topic: silence)
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