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IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
