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904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
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.
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.