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‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
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!
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
