"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all."
"The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief."
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Source: Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.562, Harvard University Press
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