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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…
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
“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.
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.