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277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
