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33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
