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The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —