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XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
He preached upon ‘Breadth’ till i… The Broad are too broad to define And of ‘Truth’ until it proclaime… The Truth never flaunted a Sign— Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—