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XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—