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341 (After great pain, a formal feeling comes——)
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341 (After great pain, a formal feeling comes——)
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Francis Manley: On 341 ("After great pain, a formal feeling comes--")
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Kamilla Denman: On 341 ("After great pain, a formal feeling comes--")
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Poem Details
Original Publication Year:
1862
Poet:
Emily Dickinson
Poetic Form:
Quatrain
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#465 (591) ("I heard a Fly buzz——when I died——")
#258 (320) ("There's a certain Slant of light,")
#712 (479) ("Because I could not stop for Death-")
#754 (764) ("My Life had stood-a Loaded Gun-")
#303 (409) ("The Soul selects her own Society-")
#280 (340) ("I felt a Funeral, in my Brain")
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280 (I felt a Funeral, in my Brain)
303 (The Soul selects her own Society)
754 (My Life had stood——a Loaded Gun——)
712 (Because I could not stop for Death)
258 (There's a certain Slant of light,)
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