The Spider
Emily Dickinson * Track #100 On Second Series
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I’m Nobody! Who Are You?Emily Dickinson
- #2I bring an unaccustomed wine
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- #3The nearest Dream recedes—unrealized
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- #4
We play at pasteEmily Dickinson
- #5I found the phrase to every thought
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- #6Hope is the thing with feathers
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- #7The White Heat
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- #8Who never lost, are unprepared (73)
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- #9I can wade Grief (252)
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- #10I never hear the word ‘escape’
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- #11For each ecstatic instant
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- #12Through the strait pass of suffering (792)
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- #13I meant to have but modest needs (476)
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- #14The thought beneath so slight a film
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- #15The Soul unto itself (683)
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- #16Surgeons must be very careful
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- #17The Railway Train
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- #18The show is not the show
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- #19Delight becomes pictorial
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- #20A thought went up my mind to-day
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- #21Is Heaven A Physician?
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- #22Tho’ I get home how late—how late
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- #23A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart
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- #24I should have been too glad, I see (313)
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- #25It tossed—and tossed (723)
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- #26Victory comes late (690)
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- #27God gave a Loaf to every Bird
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- #28Experiment To Me
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- #29My Country’s Wardrobe
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- #30“Faith” is a fine invention
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- #31Except the Heaven had come so near
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- #32Portraits are to daily faces
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- #33I took my Power in my Hand (540)
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- #34A shady friend for torrid days
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- #35Each life converges to some centre
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- #36Before I got my eye put out
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- #37Talk with prudence to a Beggar
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- #38The Preacher
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- #39Good night! which put the candle out?
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- #40When I Hoped I Feared
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- #41Deed
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- #42Time’s Lesson
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- #43Remorse
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- #44The Body grows without (578)
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- #45Undue Significance a starving man attaches
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- #46Heart, not so heavy as mine
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- #47I many times thought Peace had come (739)
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- #48Unto my Books—so good to turn
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- #49This Merit hath the worst (979)
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- #50I had been hungry, all the Years
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- #51I gained it so (359)
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- #52To learn the Transport by the Pain
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- #53I Years Had Been From Home
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- #54Prayer is the little implement (437)
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- #55I know that He exists
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- #56Musicians wrestle everywhere
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- #57Just lost, when I was saved!
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- #58Of all the souls that stand create
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- #59Your Riches—taught me—Poverty (299)
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- #60I gave myself to Him (580)
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- #61Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him
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- #62The Way I read a Letter’s—this (636)
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- #63Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249)
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- #64The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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- #65Did the Harebell loose her girdle
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- #66A Charm invests a face (421)
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- #67The Rose did caper on her cheek
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- #68In lands I never saw—they say
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- #69The Moon Is Distant From The Sea
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- #70He put the Belt around my life (273)
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- #71I held a Jewel in my fingers
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- #72What if I say I shall not wait!
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- #73Nature—the Gentlest Mother is
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- #74Will there really be a ”Morning”? (101)
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- #75At Half-Past Three A Single Bird
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- #76The day came slow, till five o’ clock
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- #77The Sun—just touched the Morning
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- #78The Robin is the One
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- #79From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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- #80Before you thought of spring
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- #81An altered look about the hills
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- #82Whose are the little beds, I asked
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- #83Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
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- #84To hear an Oriole sing
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- #85The Oriole
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- #86In Shadow
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- #87A Route of Evanescence
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- #88The Skies can’t keep their secret! (191)
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- #89Who Robbed The Woods?
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- #90Two Butterflies went out at Noon— (533)
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- #91By The Sea
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- #92Arcturus is his other name (70)
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- #93An awful Tempest mashed the air
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- #94An everywhere of silver
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- #95A Bird came down the Walk (328)
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- #96A Narrow Fellow in the Grass
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- #97The Mushroom
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- #98There came a Wind like a Bugle
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- #99The Spider
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- #100I know a place where summer strives
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- #101The One who could repeat the Summer day
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- #102The wind tapped like a tired man
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- #103Nature rarer uses yellow
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- #104The Leaves like Women interchange (987)
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- #105How Happy Is The Little Stone
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- #106Storm
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- #107The Rat
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- #108Frequently the wood are pink (6)
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- #109The wind begun to rock the grass
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- #110South Winds jostle them
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- #111Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
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- #112She sweeps with many-colored brooms
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- #113Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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- #114Bring me the sunset in a cup
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- #115Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple (228)
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- #116My Cricket
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- #117
As Imperceptibly as GriefEmily Dickinson
- #118It can’t be ”Summer”! (221)
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- #119The Gentian weaves her fringes
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- #120God made a little Gentian (442)
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- #121Besides the Autumn poets sing (131)
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- #122The Blue Jay
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- #123Let Down The Bars, O Death!
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- #124Going to Heaven!
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- #125At least—to pray—is left—is left (502)
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- #126Epitaph
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- #127Morns like these—we parted
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- #128A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
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- #129I read my sentence—steadily (412)
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- #130I Have Not Told My Garden Yet
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- #131They dropped like flakes
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- #132The only ghost I ever saw
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- #133Some, too fragile for winter winds
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- #134As by the dead we love to sit
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- #135Death sets a Thing significant
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- #136I went to heaven
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- #137Their Height in Heaven comforts not (696)
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- #138There is a Shame of Nobleness (551)
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- #139Triumph—may be of several kinds (455)
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- #140Pompless No Life Can Pass Away
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- #141I Noticed People Disappeared
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- #142I had no Cause to be awake (542)
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- #143If anybody’s friend be dead (509)
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- #144Our journey had advanced
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- #145Ample make this Bed
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- #146On such a night, or such a night
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- #147Essential Oils — are wrung
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- #148I lived on dread; to those who know
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- #149If I should die
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- #150Her final Summer was it
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- #151One need not be a chamber to be haunted
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- #152She died—this was the way she died
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- #153Wait till the Majesty of Death
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- #154Went Up A Year This Evening!
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- #155Requiem
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- #156What Inn is this
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- #157It was not Death, for I stood up (510)
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- #158I should not dare to leave my friend
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- #159Void
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- #160A throe upon the features (71)
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- #161Of Tribulation, these are They
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- #162I think just how my shape will rise
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- #163After a hundred years
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- #164Lay This Laurel On The One
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The Spider by Emily Dickinson
Performed by
Emily DickinsonThe Spider Annotated
A spider sewed at night
Without a light
Upon an arc of white.
If ruff it was of dame
Or shroud of gnome,
Himself, himself inform.
Of immortality
His strategy
Was physiognomy.