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123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
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—
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—