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843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
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…
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—