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932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
