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I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched -- I felt the Columns close -- The Earth reversed her Hemispheres -- I touched the...
Nature and God -- I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity. Yet Neither told -- that...
Hope is a subtle Glutton -- He feeds upon the Fair -- And yet -- inspected closely What Abstinence is there -- His is the...
My life closed twice before its close -- It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless...
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not -- Too slender for the eye It bears...
THINE am I, my faithful Fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev’ry pulse along my veins, Ev’ry roving fancy. To thy bosom lay my heart, There to throb and languish; Tho’ despair had wrung its core, That would heal its anguish.
Summer has two Beginnings -- Beginning once in June -- Beginning in October Affectingly again -- Without, perhaps, the Riot But graphicker for Grace --...
My Season's furthest Flower -- I tenderer commend Because I found Her Kinsmanless, A Grace without a Friend.
Now I knew I lost her -- Not that she was gone -- But Remoteness travelled On her Face and Tongue. Alien, though adjoining As...
Just so -- Jesus -- raps -- He -- doesn't weary -- Last -- at the Knocker -- And first -- at the Bell. Then...
IT seems that the Braziers propose soon to pass An Address and to bear it themselves all in brass; A superfluous pageant, for by the Lord Harry! They'll _find_, where they're going, much more than they carry.
I HAE a wife of my ain, I’ll partake wi’ naebody; I’ll take Cuckold frae nane, I’ll gie Cuckold to naebody. I hae a penny to spend, There—thanks to naebody! I hae naething to lend, I’ll borrow frae naebody.
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting -- Dyes -- said He -- have I -- Could disparage a Flamingo -- Show Me them -- said I...
Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- Empty the Hearts that purchased you -- -- Sister of Ophir -- Ah, Peru -- Subtle the Sum...
There is a pain -- so utter -- It swallows substance up -- Then covers the Abyss with Trance -- So Memory can step Around...
Declaiming Waters none may dread -- But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature -- they are full --
Had I presumed to hope -- The loss had been to Me A Value -- for the Greatness' Sake -- As Giants -- gone away...
It would have starved a Gnat -- To live so small as I -- And yet I was a living Child -- With Food's necessity...
IF for silver, or for gold, You could melt ten thousand pimples Into half a dozen dimples, Then your face we might behold, Looking, doubtless, much more snugly, Yet even _then_ 'twould be damned ugly.
O Mary dear, that you were here With your brown eyes bright and clear. And your sweet voice, like a bird Singing love to its lone mate In the ivy bower disconsolate; Voice the sweetest ever heard! And your brow more...
My Garden -- like the Beach -- Denotes there be -- a Sea -- That's Summer -- Such as These -- the Pearls She fetches...
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon. A needless life, it seemed...
I can write no stately proem As a prelude to my lay; From a poet to a poem I would dare to say. For if of these fallen petals One to you seem fair, Love will waft it till it settles On your hair.
amid the earnest woes That crowd around my earthly path-- (Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)-- My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows An Eden of bland repose.
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