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589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.