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862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—