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CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
’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
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—