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194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
