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102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—