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XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
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,
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
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—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—