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114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star,
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
Part One: Life HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign.
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
