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866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—