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A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –