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XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—