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123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?