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51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude