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139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.