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CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—