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168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
