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917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
My Garden’—like the Beach’— Denotes there be’—a Sea’— That’s Summer’— Such as These’—the Pearls She fetches’—such as Me
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—