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Poems by - Emily Dickinson

This merit hath the worst,

By Emily Dickinson

A sickness of this world it most occasions

By Emily Dickinson

I had been hungry all the years

By Emily Dickinson

Superfluous were the sun

By Emily Dickinson

I gained it so

By Emily Dickinson

So proud she was to die

By Emily Dickinson

To learn the transport by the pain

By Emily Dickinson

Tie the strings to my life, my Lord

By Emily Dickinson

I years had been from home

By Emily Dickinson

The dying need but little, dear,

By Emily Dickinson

Prayer is the little implement

By Emily Dickinson

There's something quieter than sleep

By Emily Dickinson

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