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154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…