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566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
