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569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
