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553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
