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358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman