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XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine