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198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
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—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,