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556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
