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810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came