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A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—