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LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
