Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Ventures

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
  For the one ship that struts the shore
Many's the gallant, overwhelmed creature
  Nodding in navies nevermore.

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

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