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49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—