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135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
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—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—