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464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
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—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—