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885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different