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977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One