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840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?