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Great things are done

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Great things are done when Men & Mountains meet
This is not Done by jostling in the Street

William Blake
Grief is a Mouse —

Grief is a Mouse —
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His Shy House — …
Had I not seen the Sun

Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness …
Had I not This, or This, I said,

Had I not This, or This, I said,
Appealing to Myself,
In moment of prosperity — …
Had I presumed to hope —

Had I presumed to hope —
The loss had been to Me
A Value — for the Greatness' Sake — …

Emily Dickinson
Had we known the Ton she bore

Had we known the Ton she bore
We had helped the terror
But she straighter walked for Freight …
Hail, Sovereign Love

Hail, sovereign love, which first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man!
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, …

Jehoiada Brewer
Have any like Myself

Have any like Myself
Investigating March,
New Houses on the Hill descried — …
Have you got a Brook in your little heart,

Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink, …

Emily Dickinson
Hay and Hell and Booligal

"You come and see me, boys," he said;
"You'll find a welcome and a bed
And whisky any time you call; …

A. B. 'Banjo' Paterson
He forgot — and I — remembered —

He forgot — and I — remembered —
'Twas an everyday affair —
Long ago as Christ and Peter — …
He fumbles at your Soul

He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on — …

Emily Dickinson
He gave away his Life —

He gave away his Life —
To Us — Gigantic Sum —
A trifle — in his own esteem — …
He has observd the Golden Rule

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He has observd the Golden Rule
Till hes become the Golden Fool[3]

William Blake
He is a Cock would

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He is a Cock would[3]
And would be a Cock[4] if he could

William Blake
He is alive, this morning —

He is alive, this morning —
He is alive — and awake —
Birds are resuming for Him — …
He lived the Life of Ambush

He lived the Life of Ambush
And went the way of Dusk
And now against his subtle name …
He outstripped Time with but a Bout,

He outstripped Time with but a Bout,
He outstripped Stars and Sun
And then, unjaded, challenged God …
He parts Himself — like Leaves —

He parts Himself — like Leaves —
And then — He closes up —
Then stands upon the Bonnet …
He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow —

He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow —
The Broad are too broad to define
And of "Truth" until it proclaimed him a Liar — …

Emily Dickinson