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LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -