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268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure