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XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
758 These’—saw Visions’— Latch them softly’— These’—held Dimples’— Smooth them slow’—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—