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90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
