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555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
