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To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
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…
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—