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116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!