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796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…