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CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…