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III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—