PoemMuch Madness is divinest Sense — To a discerning Eye — Much Sense—the starkest Madness — 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail — Assent—and you are sane — Demur—you're straightway dangerous — And handled with a Chain —Emily Dickinson1886★ 5.2
PoemIf I can stop one Heart from breaking I shall not live in vain If I can ease one Life the Aching Or cool one Pain Or help one fainting Robin Unto his Nest again I shall not live in Vain.Emily Dickinson1886★ 5.2
Poem · NewspaperInebriate of Air - am I - And debauchee of dew - Reeling - thro endless summer days - From inns of Molten Blue.Emily Dickinson1861★ 4.5
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