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LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…