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LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
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—
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
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
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
