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Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
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!
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…