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XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—