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Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Poems of Emily Dickinson

81. Ah, Teneriffe! 1/13/2003
82. All but Death, can be Adjusted 1/13/2003
83. All Circumstances are the Frame 1/13/2003
84. All forgot for recollecting 1/13/2003
85. All I may, if small 1/13/2003
86. All overgrown by cunning moss 1/13/2003
87. All the letters I can write 1/13/2003
88. All these my banners be 1/13/2003
89. Alone, I cannot be 1/13/2003
90. Alter! When the Hills do 1/13/2003
91. Although I put away his life 1/13/2003
92. Always Mine! 1/13/2003
93. Ambition cannot find him 1/13/2003
94. Ample make this bed. 5/14/2001
95. An altered look about the hills 1/13/2003
96. An Antiquated Tree -new- 12/24/2014
97. An awful Tempest mashed the air 1/13/2003
98. An English Breeze 5/14/2001
99. An everywhere of silver 5/14/2001
100. An Hour is a Sea 1/13/2003

I Died For Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

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