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319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!