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"After great Pain a formal feeling comes.   The nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs." "He ate and drank the precious WORDS, his spirit grew Robust; he knew no more that he was poor, and that his frame was dust." "Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul- and sings the tunes without words- and never stops at all." "If I feel physically as if the top of my head were to be taken off- I KNOW that is Poetry" "I am Nobody, Who are You?" "Saying Nothing sometimes says The Most"