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164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
