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884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—