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276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
