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925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
