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Poems by - Emily Dickinson

Unto my books so good to turn

By Emily Dickinson

As far from pity as complaint

By Emily Dickinson

This merit hath the worst,

By Emily Dickinson

'T is whiter than an Indian pipe

By Emily Dickinson

I had been hungry all the years

By Emily Dickinson

She laid her docile crescent down

By Emily Dickinson

I gained it so

By Emily Dickinson

Bless God, he went as soldiers

By Emily Dickinson

To learn the transport by the pain

By Emily Dickinson

Immortal is an ample word

By Emily Dickinson

I years had been from home

By Emily Dickinson

Where every bird is bold to go

By Emily Dickinson

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