"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think."
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Source: Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.22, Delphi Classics
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