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FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—