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LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—