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XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—