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1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
