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LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
