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The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…