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982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure