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516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before