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539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
