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XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.