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768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
