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153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine