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Emily Dickinson 1830-1886

Emily Dickinson 1830-1886. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery. Emily Dickinson. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery. Emily Dickinson Over 1700 poems found after her death. ENGL 2030: Experience of Literature—Poetry [Lavery]. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery. Emily Dickinson.

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Emily Dickinson 1830-1886

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  1. Emily Dickinson 1830-1886 ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  2. Emily Dickinson ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  3. Emily Dickinson Over 1700 poems found after her death. ENGL 2030: Experience of Literature—Poetry [Lavery] ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  4. Emily Dickinson ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  5. “Poetry takes the top of your head off.”—Emily Dickinson ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  6. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery Emily Dickinson meets Attila the Hun on Steve Allen’s Meeting of Minds

  7. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  8. Emily Dickinson ENGL 2030: Experience of Literature—Poetry [Lavery] ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  9. Miguel de Unamuno (1864-1936) Asked if he believed in god, Unamumo once replied: “I do now, but I didn’t ten minutes ago and I might not ten minutes from now.” ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  10. 324 Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a Chorister -- And an Orchard, for a Dome -- Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice -- I just wear my Wings -- And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church, Our little Sexton -- sings. God preaches, a noted Clergyman -- And the sermon is never long, So instead of getting to Heaven, at last -- I'm going, all along. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  11. 67 Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of Victory As he defeated -- dying -- On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear! ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  12. 254 "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 BirdThat 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. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  13. 465 I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset – when the King Be witnessed – in the Room – I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away What portions of me be Assignable – and then it was There interposed a Fly – With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz – Between the light – and me – And then the Windows failed – and then I could not see to see – ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  14. 341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round -- Of Ground, or Air, or Ought -- A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone -- This is the Hour of Lead -- Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow -- First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go -- ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  15. 280 I felt a funeral in my brain,        And mourners, to and fro,Kept treading, treading, till it seemed        That sense was breaking through. And when they all were seated,        A service like a drumKept beating, beating, till I thought         My mind was going numb. And then I heard them lift a box,        And creak across my soulWith those same boots of lead,        Then space began to toll As all the heavens were a bell,        And Being but an ear,And I and silence some strange race,         Wrecked, solitary, here. And then a plank in reason, broke,        And I dropped down and down--And hit a world at every plunge,        And finished knowing—then-- ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  16. 249 Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee! ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  17. 479 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 passed 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 – Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity – ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  18. 479 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 passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – We passed the Setting Sun – ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  19. 479 (continued) 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 – Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses' Heads Were toward Eternity – ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  20. 448 This was a Poet -- It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings -- And Attar so immense From the familiar species That perished by the Door -- We wonder it was not Ourselves Arrested it -- before -- Of Pictures, the Discloser -- The Poet -- it is He -- Entitles Us -- by Contrast -- To ceaseless Poverty -- Of portion -- so unconscious -- The Robbing -- could not harm -- Himself -- to Him -- a Fortune -- Exterior -- to Time -- Ars poetica (the art of poetry)—a poetic subgenre about the nature of poetry and poets. ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

  21. Emily Dickinson’s Last Letter: • Dear Cousins, • Called back. • Emily ENGL 2030: Experience of Literature—Poetry [Lavery] ENGL 2030—Summer 2013 | Lavery

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