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XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…