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This particular thing, whether it be four pinches of four divers white powders cleverly compounded to cure surely, safely, pleasantly a painful twitching of the eyelids or say a pe...
Go to sleep—though of course you w… to tideless waves thundering slant… strong embankments, rattle and swi… dashed thirty feet high, caught by… scattered and strewn broadcast in…
When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
While she sits there with tears on her cheek her cheek on
She sits with tears on her cheek her cheek on her hand
By the road to the contagious hosp… under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, th… waste of broad, muddy fields
The world begins again! Not wholly insufflated the blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches of the living tree,
Why go further? One might conceivably rectify the rhythm, study all out and arrive at the perfection of a tiger lily or a china doorknob. One might lift all out of the ruck, be a w...
It’s a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
A rumpled sheet Of brown paper About the length And apparent bulk Of a man was
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
The green-blue ground is ruled with silver lines to say the sun is shining And on this moral sea of grass or dreams lie flowers
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
