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Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—