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This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—