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432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—