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20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
