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343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.