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414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone