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895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…