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XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
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 —
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…