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Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—