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Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -