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83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
365 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
