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589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
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,
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
