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33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;