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The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—