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178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday