Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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How still the bells in steeples stand,
  Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
  In frantic melody!

1. As by the Dead We Love to Sit
2. Ventures
3. To Help Our Bleaker Parts
4. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
5. A Modest Lot, a Fame Petite

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