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LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…