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141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
