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XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
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’—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.