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763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –