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642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
