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XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
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!
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!