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843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
