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The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
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