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XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Me prove it now —Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it —now — Make haste —the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity — The River reaches to my feet —
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend