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Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
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— He danced along the dingy Days
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—