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Notes in Emily Dickinson’s pocket – “Success is counted sweetest” (Life, 1)

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, … Continue reading

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