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102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
400 A Tongue’—to tell Him I am true! Its fee’—to be of Gold’— Had Nature’—in Her monstrous Hou… A single Ragged Child’—
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—