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Not knowing when the Dawn will come,

Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
I open every Door,
Or has it Feathers, like a Bird, …

Emily Dickinson
Not probable — The barest Chance —

Not probable — The barest Chance —
A smile too few — a word too much
And far from Heaven as the Rest — …
Not Sickness stains the Brave,

Not Sickness stains the Brave,
Nor any Dart,
Nor Doubt of Scene to come, …
Not so the infinite Relations — Below

Not so the infinite Relations — Below
Division is Adhesion's forfeit — On High
Affliction but a Speculation — And Woe …
Not that We did, shall be the test

Not that We did, shall be the test
When Act and Will are done
But what Our Lord infers We would …
Not to discover weakness is

Not to discover weakness is
The Artifice of strength —
Impregnability inheres …
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken

Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
Nor with a Stone —
A Whip so small you could not see it …

Emily Dickinson
Now Art has lost its mental Charms

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Now Art has lost its mental Charms
France shall subdue the World in Arms …

William Blake
Now I knew I lost her —

Now I knew I lost her —
Not that she was gone —
But Remoteness travelled …
Obtaining but our own Extent

Obtaining but our own Extent
In whatsoever Realm —
'Twas Christ's own personal Expanse …

Emily Dickinson
Ode for the Fourth of July

A glorious vision burst
On Europe's dazzled sight,
Upon that day when first …

Anne Lynch Botta
Ode on St Cecilia's Day

Descend, ye Nine! descend and sing;
The breathing instruments inspire,
Wake into voice each silent string, …

Alexander Pope
Ode to Cynthia

SISTER of Phœbus, gentle Queen,
Of aspect mild and brow serene,
Whose friendly beams by night appear …

Martha Peckard
Ode, Supposed to be Written on the Marriage of a Friend

Thou magic lyre, whose fascinating sound
Seduc'd the savage monsters from their cave,
Drew rocks and trees, and forms uncouth around, …

William Cowper
Of all the Souls that stand create —

Of all the Souls that stand create —
I have elected — One —
When Sense from Spirit — files away — …

Emily Dickinson
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,

Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a Charge to me
Like that old measure in the Boughs — …

Emily Dickinson
Of Being is a Bird

Of Being is a Bird
The likest to the Down
An Easy Breeze do put afloat …

Emily Dickinson
Of Bronze — and Blaze —

Of Bronze — and Blaze —
The North — Tonight —
So adequate — it forms — …

Emily Dickinson
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
The Soul cannot be rid —
As easy the secreting her …
Of Course — I prayed —

Of Course — I prayed —
And did God Care?
He cared as much as on the Air …

Emily Dickinson