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842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…