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You sullen pig of a man you force me into the mud with your stinking ash-cart! Brother! —if we were rich
It is a small plant delicately branched and tapering conically to a point, each branch and the peak a wire for
Subtle, clever brain, wiser than… by what devious means do you contr… to remain idle? Teach me, O maste…
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red
Leaves are graygreen, the glass broken, bright green.
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among
The half-stripped trees struck by a wind together, bending all, the leaves flutter drily and refuse to let go
The murderer’s little daughter who is barely ten years old jerks her shoulders right and left so as to catch a glimpse of me
I’ve fond anticipation of a day O’erfilled with pure diversion pre… For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy… Hid deep in rushes, where at rando…
Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire
"Sweet land" at last! out of sea— the Venusremembering wavelets rippling with laughter—
Here it is spring again and I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with the black rain on… has been at his cadenzas for two w…
If you had come away with me into another state we had been quiet together. But there the sun coming up out of the nothing beyond the lake…
The May sun—whom all things imitate— that glues small leaves to the wooden trees shone from the sky