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Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
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951     This is the land the sunset washes,
952     This Merit hath the worst
953     This Quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
954     This that would greet—an hour ago
955     This was a Poet—It is That
956     This was in the White of the Year
957     This World is not Conclusion
958     This—is the land—the Sunset washes
959     Tho' I get home how late—how late
960     Tho' my destiny be Fustian
961     Those fair—fictitious People
962     Those who have been in the Grave the longest
963     Three times—we parted—Breath—and I
964     Through lane it lay—through bramble
965     Through the Dark Sod—as Education
966     Through the strait pass of suffering
967     Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
968     Till Death—is narrow Loving
969     Time feels so vast that were it not
970     'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
971     'Tis customary as we part
972     'Tis good—the looking back on Grief
973     'Tis little I—could care for Pearls
974     'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
975     'Tis One by One—the Father counts
 
 

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