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979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
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
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…