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84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf