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432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn