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817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—