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There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
