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766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
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—
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
