530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…

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