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975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—