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768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod