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70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…