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A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,