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904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—