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1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
