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139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!