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38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,