Winter is good — his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World —
Generic as a Quarry
And hearty — as a Rose —
Invited with Asperity
But welcome when he goes.
Emily Dickinson: Poem Collections
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Wild Nights
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
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Your thoughts don't have words every day
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Your Riches - taught me - Poverty
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You've seen Balloons set - Haven't You?
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You're right - "the way is narrow" -
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You'll know it - as you know 'tis Noon -
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You'll know Her - by Her Foot -
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You'll find - it when you try to die -
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You taught me Waiting with Myself -
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You see I cannot see - your lifetime -
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You said that I "was Great" - one Day -
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You love the Lord - you cannot see -
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You love me - you are sure -
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You left me - Sire - two Legacies -
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You know that Portrait in the Moon -
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You constituted Time -
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You cannot take itself
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You cannot put a Fire out -
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You cannot make Remembrance grow
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Yesterday is History
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Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
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Wonder - is not precisely Knowing
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Wolfe demanded during dying
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Without this - there is nought -
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Without a smile - Without a Throe
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Within thy Grave!
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Within that little Hive
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Within my reach!
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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
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With thee, in the Desert -
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With sweetness unabated
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With Pinions of Disdain
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Witchcraft was hung, in History,
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Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
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Winter under cultivation
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Winter is good - his Hoar Delights
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Will there really be a "Morning"?
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Why should we hurry - why indeed?
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Why make it doubt - it hurts it so -
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"Why do I love" You, Sir?
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Why - do they shut Me out of Heaven?
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Whose Pink career may have a close
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Whose cheek is this?
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Whose are the little beds, I asked
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Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets - of Red -
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Whoever disenchants
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Who were "the Father and the Son"
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Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
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Who occupies this House?
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Who never wanted - maddest Joy
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Who never lost, are unprepared
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Who is the East?
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Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -
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Who has not found the Heaven - below -
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Who goes to dine must take his Feast
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Who Giants know, with lesser Men
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Who Court obtain within Himself
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Who abdicated Ambush
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White as an Indian Pipe
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While we were fearing it, it came -
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While it is alive
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While Asters -
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Which misses most,
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Which is the best - the Moon or the Crescent?
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Which is best? Heaven -
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Whether they have forgotten
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Whether my bark went down at sea -
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Where Thou art - that - is Home -
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Where Ships of Purple - gently toss -
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Where Roses would not dare to go,
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Where I have lost, I softer tread -
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Where every bird is bold to go
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Where bells no more affright the morn -
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When we stand on the tops of Things -
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When we have ceased to care
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When they come back - if Blossoms do -
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When the Astronomer stops seeking
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When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
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When One has given up One's life
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When Night is almost done -
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When Memory is full
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When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,
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When I was small, a Woman died -
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When I hoped, I recollect
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When I hoped I feared -
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When I have seen the Sun emerge
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When I count the seeds
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When Etna basks and purrs
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When Diamonds are a Legend,
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When Bells stop ringing - Church - begins
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When a Lover is a Beggar
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Whatever it is - she has tried it -
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What would I give to see his face?
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What we see we know somewhat
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What Twigs We held by -
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What tenements of clover
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What Soft - Cherubic Creatures -
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What shall I do when the Summer troubles -
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What shall I do - it whimpers so -
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What mystery pervades a well!
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What is - "Paradise" -
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What Inn is this
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What if I say I shall not wait!
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What I see not, I better see -
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What I can do - I will -
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What did They do since I saw Them?
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What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -
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Wert Thou but ill - that I might show thee
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Were natural mortal lady
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Were it to be the last
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Were it but Me that gained the Height -
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Went up a year this evening!
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We'll pass without the parting
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We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
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We thirst at first - 'tis Nature's Act -
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We talked with each other about each other
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We talked as Girls do -
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We shun it ere it comes,
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We shun because we prize her Face
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We should not mind so small a flower -
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We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.
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We send the Wave to find the Wave -
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We see - Comparatively -
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We pray - to Heaven -
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We play at Paste -
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We outgrow love, like other things
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We never know we go when we are going -
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We never know how high we are
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We miss Her, not because We see -
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