Подвал там - глубже никогда Никто нигде не рыл Смотри, чтоб призрак из него За нами не следил.
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1212 Произносить - слова губить? Ну, нет! Сказав, ты выпускаешь их На свет.
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1263 Нас книги могут, как фрегат, Вдаль от земли умчатьИ есть страницы, где никто Не сможет нас догнать. Они у бедных не берут Их жалкие гроши Как мало стоит экипаж Для л?гонькой души.
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1304 Нет, камнем, палкою сердца Не разбивают Невидимую глазу плеть Я знаю.
До смерти это чудо Исхлестать И плеть не сметь по имени Назвать.
Мальчишки чудо-птиц Камнями бьют Но и на тех камнях Они поют.
А стыд - у нас-то Не прячет ни один. Стыд - ты стой прямо! Ты - господин!
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1335 Не пачкайте мой чудный сон Пятном зари своей Но так устройте, чтобы ночь Пришла опять скорей!
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1459 Царь Балтазар - он письма Не часто получалНо тот, кто с ним общался Вс? сразу написал.
Бессмертное посланье Для совести вполне Разборчиво сияет У всех нас на стене.
Emily Dickinson
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The Wind - tapped like a tired Man, And like a Host - ` Come in` I boldly answered - entered then My residence within A Rapid footless Guest To offer whom a Chair Were as impossible as hand A Sofa to the Air No Bone had He to bind Him His speech was like the Push Of numerous humming Birds at once From a superior Bush His Countenance - a Billow, His Fingers, as He passed Let go music - as of tunes Blow tremulous in Glass He visited - still flitting Then like a timid Man Again He tapped - `twas flurriedlyAnd I became alone.
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47 Heart! We will forget him! You and I - tonight! You may forget the Warmth he gave I will forget the Light! When you have done, pray tell me That I may straight begin! Haste! lest while you're lagging I may remember him!
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49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice stood I beggar Before the doors of God!
Angels - twice descending Reimbursed my store Burglar! Banker - Father! I am poor once more!
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90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro'h the village Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected Violets Within the meadows go Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago!
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107 'T was such a little-little boat That toddled down the bay! 'T was such a gallant- gallant sea That beckoned it away! 'T was such a greedy, greedy wave That licked it from the Coast; Nor ever guessed the stately sails My little craft was lost!
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126 To fight aloud is very brave But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The Cavalry of Woe
Who win, and nations do not seeWho fall- and none observeWhose dying eyes, no Country Regards with patriot love
We trust, in plumed procession For such the Angels goRank after Rank, with even feetAnd Uniforms of Snow.
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135 Water, is taught by thirst; Land - by the Oceans passed. Transport - by throe Peace - by its battles told Love, by Memorial Mold Birds, by the Snow.
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185 'Faith' is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency
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224 I've nothing else - to bring, You know So I keep bringing TheseJust as the Night keeps fetching Stars To our familiar eyes
Maybe, we shouldn't mind themUnless they didn't comeThen - maybe, it would puzzle us To find our way Home
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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 but moor - Tonight! In Thee!
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254 `Hope` is a thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without words And never stops - at all
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That 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.
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303 The Soul selects her own Society Then - shut the Door To her divine Majority Present no more
Unmoved-she notes the Chariots-pausingAt her low Gate Unmoved - an Emperor is kneeling Upon her Mat
I've known her - from an ample nation Choose One Then- close the Valves of her attentionLike Stone
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313 I should have been too glad, I see Too lifted - for the scant degree Of Life's penurious Round; My little Circuit would have shamed This new Circumference - have blamed The homelier time behind.
I should have been too saved - I see Too rescued - Fear too dim to me That I could spell the Prayer I knew so perfect - yesterday -That Scalding one - 'Sabachthani'Recited fluent -- here
Earth would have been too much - I see And Heaven- not enough for me I should have had the Joy
Without the Fear - to justify The Palm - without the Calvary; So, Saviour, Crucify
Defeat whets Victory - they sayThe Reefs - in old GethsemaneEndear the Coast beyond! 'T is Beggars - Banquets best define; 'T is parching - vitalizes Wine, 'Faith' bleats - to understand!
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371 A precious-mouldering pleasure-'t isTo meet an Antique Book, In just the Dress his Century wore A privilege - I think
His venerable Hand to take And warming in our own A passage back- or two- to make To Times when he- was young
His quaint opinions - to inspect His thoughts to ascertain On Themes concern our mutual mindThe Literature of Man
What interested Scholars- mostWhat Competitions ran When Plato - was a Certainty And Sophocles - a Man
When Sappho - was a living Girl And Beatrice wore The Gown that Dante- deified Facts Centuries before
He traverses - familiar As One should come to Town And tell you all your Dreams-were trueHe lived - where Dreams were born
His presence is Enchantment, You beg him not to go Old Volumes shake their Vellum Heads And tantalize - just so
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THE BATTLE-FIELD. They dropped like Flakes Tthey dropped like Stars Like Petals from a Rose When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers - goes
They perished in the Seamless Grass, -No eye could find the place But God can summon every face On his Repealless - List .
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470 I am alive - I guess The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory And at my finger's end The Carmine - tingles warm And if I hold a Glass Across my Mouth - it blurs it Physician's - proof of Breath
I am alive - because I am not in a Room The Parlor - Commonly - it is So Visitors may come And lean - and view it sidewise And add ' How cold - it grew' And ' Was it conscious - when it stepped In Immortality? '
I am alive - because I do not own a House Entitled to myself - precise And fitting to no one else
And marked my Girlhood's name So Visitors may know Which Door is mine - and not mistake And try another Key
How good-to be alive! How infinite to be Alive -- two-fold -The Birth I had -And this -- besides, in -- Thee!
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510 It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
It was not Frost, for on my Flesh I felt Siroccos - crawl Nor Fire - for just my Marble feet Could keep a Chancel, cool
And yet it tasted, like them all, The Figures I have seen Set orderly, for Burial, Reminded me, of mine
As if my life were shaven, And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key, And 't was like Midnight, some
When everything that ticked-has stoppedAnd Space stares all around Or Grisly frosts- first Autumn morns, Repeal the Beating Ground
But most, like Chaos -- Stopless - cool Without a Chance, or Spar Or even a Report of Land To justify - Despair.
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540 I Took my Power in my HandAnd went against the World 'T was not so much as David -- hadBut I was twice as bold
I aimed my Pebble - but Myself Was all the one that fellWas it Goliaf - was too largeOr was myself - too small?
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543 I fear a Man of frugal SpeechI fear a Silent ManHaranguer - I can overtake Or Babbler - entertain
But He who weigheth - While the RestExpend their furthest poundOf this Man - I am waryI fear that He is Grand.
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619 Glee - the great storm is over Four - have recovered the Land Forty - gone down together Into the boiling Sand
Ring - for the Scant Salvation Toll - for the bonnie Souls Neighbor - and friend - and Bridegroom, Spinning upon the Shoals
How they will tell the StoryWhen Winter shake the Door Till the Children urge - But the Forty Did they - come back no more?
Then a softness - suffuses the Story And a silence - the Teller's eye And the Children - no further question And only the Sea - reply
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621 I asked no other thing No other - was denied I offered Being - for it The Mighty Merchant sneered
Brazil? He twirled a Button Without a glance my way ' But - Madam - is there nothing else That We can show - Today? '
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657 I dwell in Possibility A fairer House than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior - for Doors
Of Chambers as the Cedars Impregnable of Eye And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky
Of Visitors - the fairest For Occupation - This The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise
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680 Each Life Converges to some Centre Expressed - or still Exists in every Human Nature A Goal
Embodied scarcely to itself- it may beToo fair For Credibility's presumption To mar
Adored with caution- as a Brittle HeavenTo reach Were hopeless Rainbow's Raiment To touch
Yet persevered toward
sure- for the distance; How highUnto the Saints' slow diligenceThe Sky
Ungained- it may be
by a Life's low VentureBut then Eternity enables the endeavoring Again.
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686 They say that 'Time assuages'
Time never did assuageAn actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age
Time is a Test of Trouble,
