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XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
193 I shall know why — when Time is o… And I have ceased to wonder why — Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky…
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—