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XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom