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LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign