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350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
