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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!
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.