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925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—