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775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
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—
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
