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652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…