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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…
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.