There Is a Shame of Nobleness, par Emily Dickinson

There Is a Shame of Nobleness

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There is a Shame of Nobleness—

Confronting Sudden Pelf—

A finer Shame of Ecstasy—

Convicted of Itself—

A best Disgrace—a Brave Man feels—

Acknowledged—of the Brave—

One More—"Ye Blessed"—to be told—

But that’s—Behind the Grave—

64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train

399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—

530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—

839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—