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340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—