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Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) was an American poet known for her unique, unconventional style, often characterized by short lines, slant rhymes, and idiosyncratic punctuation. She lived a reclusive life in Amherst, Massachusetts, and wrote nearly 1,800 poems, though only a few were published during her lifetime. Posthumous collections like "Poems" (1890) brought her work to wider attention, revealing themes of nature, death, immortality, and inner emotional landscapes. Today, Dickinson is regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry, with her works continuing to influence modern literature.
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I. LIFE. POEMS. I. REAL RICHES. 'T is little I could care for pearls Who own the ample sea;Or brooches, when the Emperor With rubies pelteth me; Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines; Or diamonds, when I seeA diadem to fit a dome Continual crowning me. II. SUPERIORITY TO FATE. Superiority to fate Is difficult to learn.'T is not conferred by any, But possible to earn A pittance...
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I. SUCCESS. [Published in "A Masque of Poets"at the request of "H.H.," the author'sfellow-townswoman and friend.] Success is counted sweetestBy those who ne'er succeed.To comprehend a nectarRequires sorest need. Not one of all the purple hostWho took the flag to-dayCan tell the definition,So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying,On whose forbidden earThe distant strains of...
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