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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Eternity
by EmilyDickinsonRetrospectEternity Eternity On this wondrous sea, Sailing silently, Ho! pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar, Where the storm is o'er? In the…Classify Quadrilaterals with Emily and Daniel
In this video, Emily and Daniel learn the different classifications of quadrilaterals.Lessing, Doris
(Encyclopedia) Lessing, Doris, 1919–2013, British novelist, b. Kermanshah, Persia (now Iran) as Doris May Tayler. Largely self-educated, she was brought up on a farm in Southern Rhodesia (now…Emily Morison Beck 2004 Deaths
Emily Morison BeckAge: 88 editor of the 13th, 14th, and 15th editions of Bartlett's Familiar Quotations. Died: Canton, Mass., March 28, 2004Peter BarnesA - FArnold O. BeckmanPoems by Emily Dickinson: The pedigree of honey
IV A Service of Song V The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy. Contents IV A Service of SongPoems by Emily Dickinson: I died for beauty
IX "Troubled About Many Things" X 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? "…Poems by Emily Dickinson: If I shouldn't be alive
Lost XXXVIII XXXVII If I shouldn't be alive When the robins come, Give the one in red cravat A memorial crumb. If I couldn't thank you, Being just asleep, You will know I'm trying With my…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Sleep is supposed to be
XXXVII XXXIX XXXVIII Sleep is supposed to be, By souls of sanity, The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand Down which on either hand The hosts of witness stand! Morn is…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Lonely House
by EmilyDickinsonThe SecretXVIThe Lonely House The Lonely House I know some lonely houses off the road A robber 'd like the look of, — Wooden barred, And windows hanging low, Inviting to A…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Book of Martyrs
by EmilyDickinsonDawnThe Mystery of PainThe Book of Martyrs The Book of Martyrs Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many…