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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!
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
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…
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—