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XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!