Poems

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Little, Brown,, 1890 - 152 pages
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Page 126 - I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather* looks, And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given.
Page 138 - Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove - He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility We passed the School, where Children...
Page 119 - I died for Beauty — but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room — He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
Page 13 - Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear!
Page 34 - Landlords' turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door When Butterflies - renounce their 'drams' I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats And Saints - to windows run To see the little...
Page 130 - That others could exist While she must finish quite, A jealousy for her arose So nearly infinite. We waited while she passed; It was a narrow time, Too jostled were our souls to speak, At length the notice came.
Page 55 - A newer Sevres pleases Old Ones crack I could not die - with You For One must wait To shut the Other's Gaze down You - could not And I - Could I stand by And see You - freeze Without my Right of Frost Death's privilege? Nor could I rise - with You Because Your Face Would put out Jesus...
Page 113 - Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection — Rafter of satin, And Roof of stone.
Page 106 - There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons — That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes — Heavenly Hurt, it gives us — We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are...
Page 18 - If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

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