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It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—