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±æ¿¡ µß±¸´Â Àú ÀÛÀº µ¹ How Happy Is The Little Stone
Á×À½À» À§ÇØ ¸ØÃâ ¼ö´Â ¾ø¾î Because I Could Not Stop For Death
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Èñ¸ÁÀº ³¯°³¸¦ °¡Áö°í ÀÖ´Â °Í Hope Is The Thing With Feather
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If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking
- Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
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How happy is the little Stone
- Emily Dickinson
How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears---
Whose Coat of elemental Brown
A passing Universe put on,
And independent as the Sun
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity---
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Because I could not stop for death-
- Emily Dickinson
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 passe 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 Dews drew quivering and chill
For only Gossamer, my Gown-
My Tippet-only Tulle-
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground-
The Roof was scarcely visible-
The Cornice-in the Ground-
Wince then-'tis Centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses'heads
Were toward Eternity-
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I like a look of Agony
- Emily Dickinson
I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true-
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe-
The Eyes glaze once- and that is Death-
Impossible to feign
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.
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My Life had stood-a Loaded Gun-
- Emily Dickinson
My Life had stood-a Loaded Gun-
In Corners-till a Day
The Owner passed-identified-
And carried Me away-
And now We roam in Sovreign Woods-
And now We hunt the Doe-
And every time I speak for Him-
The Mountains straight reply-
And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow-
It si as a Vesuvian face
Had let it's pleasure through-
And when at Night-Our good Day done-
I guard My Master's Head-
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's Deep Pillow-to have shared-
To foe of His-I'm deadly foe-
None stir the second time-
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye-
Or an Emphatic Thumb-
Though I than He-may longer live
He longer must-than I-
For I have but the power to kill,
Without-the power to die-
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Hope Is The Thing with Feathers
- Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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