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559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just