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726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
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 -
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—