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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.
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
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…
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
