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704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…