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176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.