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810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then