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I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—