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The Manner of its Death
When Certain it must die-
'Tis deemed a privilege to choose-
'Twas Major Andre's Way-
When Choice of Life-is past-
There yet remains a Love
Its little Fate to stipulate-
How small in those who live-
The Miracle to tease
With Bable of the styles-
How “they are Dying mostly-now”-
And Customs at “St. James”!
The Manner Of Its Death
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: death, fate, life, small, privilege, miracle, choice, live, major, choose, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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