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Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…