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THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
227 Teach Him – When He makes the na… Such an one – to say – On his babbling – Berry – lips – As should sound – to me –
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—