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517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
