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III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—