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XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
