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358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
