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707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.