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969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
