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mss y hr n earth <3  "The bond  that links your true family  is not one of blood , but  of respect and joy in each other's life   Rarely do members  of one family grow up  under the same roof." Illusions  RB

mss y hr n earth <3 "The bond that links your true family is not one of blood , but of respect and joy in each other's life Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof." Illusions RB

Are Friends Delight Or Pain - Poem by Emily Dickinson Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good -   But if they only stay Ampler to fly away Riches are sad.  Emily Dickinson

Are Friends Delight Or Pain - Poem by Emily Dickinson Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away Riches are sad. Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson Sometimes with the Heart 1680  Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few—love at all.

Emily Dickinson Sometimes with the Heart 1680 Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few—love at all.

No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'  William Butler Yeats

No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.' William Butler Yeats

No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'  William Butler Yeats

No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.' William Butler Yeats

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,  Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. William Butler Yeats

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. William Butler Yeats

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.  Part One: Life  XLIV  THE SHOW is not the show,	 But they that go.	 Menagerie to me	 My neighbor be.	 Fair play—	        5 Both went to see.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. Part One: Life XLIV THE SHOW is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play— 5 Both went to see.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.  Part One: Life  XLIV  THE SHOW is not the show,	 But they that go.	 Menagerie to me	 My neighbor be.	 Fair play—	        5 Both went to see.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. Part One: Life XLIV THE SHOW is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play— 5 Both went to see.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.  Part One: Life  XLIV  THE SHOW is not the show,	 But they that go.	 Menagerie to me	 My neighbor be.	 Fair play—	        5 Both went to see.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. Part One: Life XLIV THE SHOW is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play— 5 Both went to see.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.  Part One: Life  XLIV  THE SHOW is not the show,	 But they that go.	 Menagerie to me	 My neighbor be.	 Fair play—	        5 Both went to see.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. Part One: Life XLIV THE SHOW is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play— 5 Both went to see.

he Angel - Poem by William Blake  I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

he Angel - Poem by William Blake I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

“...for it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness...” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The courtship of Miles Standish, and other poems

“...for it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness...” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The courtship of Miles Standish, and other poems

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