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704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—