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768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…