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118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
