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XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
