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XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—