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657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
