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LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—