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319 Of Bronze — and Blaze — The North — tonight — So adequate — it forms — So preconcerted with itself —
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen