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THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
682 ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity—
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—