Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Lay this laurel on the one
Too intrinsic for renown.
Laurel! veil your deathless tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!

1. Saturday Afternoon
2. On the Tleakness of My Lot
3. Upon the Gallows Hung a Wretch
4. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
5. Unto My Books So Good to Turn

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