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After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
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…
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
