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336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
667 Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’— Blameless of a Name’— Efflorescence of a Sunset’— Reproduced’—the same’—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,