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702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
