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There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
