He deposes Doom Who hath suffered him. Emily Dickinson More Quotes by Emily Dickinson More Quotes From Emily Dickinson Victory comes late-- Emily Dickinson lips victory frost The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can. Emily Dickinson needles sailor knows Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God. Emily Dickinson awful eye soul There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry. Emily Dickinson land reading book God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me. Emily Dickinson crumbs justice bird Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"? Emily Dickinson criteria atheism lovers His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part. Emily Dickinson secret mind men To die before one fears to die may be a boon. Emily Dickinson boon dies may Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground Emily Dickinson seeds longing We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore. Emily Dickinson antiques fashion love You are out of the way of temptation and out of the way of the tempter - I didn't mean to make you wicked - but I was - and am - and shall be - and I was with you so much that I couldn't help contaminate. Emily Dickinson wicked temptation mean in this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power. Emily Dickinson short-life lasts littles Pain has an element of blank Emily Dickinson blank elements pain Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true Emily Dickinson knights earth heaven You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor. Emily Dickinson cedars drawers wind The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam. Emily Dickinson steeples squirrels news The dandelion's pallid tube Emily Dickinson dandelions infinite winter A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think. Emily Dickinson dresses book thinking THE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more. Emily Dickinson waiting doors heaven These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look. Emily Dickinson bird two looks
