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VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—