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746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—