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You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know.
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I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.
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Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb?
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A Grave - is a restricted Breadth -Yet ampler than the Sun -And all the Seas He populatesAnd lands he looks uponTo Him who on its small ReposeBestows a single Friend -Circumference without Relief -Or Estimate - or End
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Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
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Life is the finest secret. So long as that remains, we must all whisper.
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I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.
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Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground.
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I had no monarch in my life, and cannot rule myself; and when I try to organize, my little force explodes and leaves me bare and charred.
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A Bayonet's contrition is nothing to the dead.
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My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
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I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.
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The blunder is to estimate,- 'Eternity is Then,' We say, as of a station. Meanwhile he is so near, He joins me in my ramble, Divides abode with me, No friend have I that so persists As this Eternity.
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I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
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He deposes Doom Who hath suffered him.
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Witchcraft was hung, in History, But History and I Find all the Witchcraft that we need Around us, every Day -
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Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
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Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee!
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In this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power.
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Beauty is not caused, it is; Chase it and it ceases, Chase it not and it abides.
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I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
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I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I expect I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. I don't doubt that I shall have perfect crowds of admirers at that age. Then how I shall delight to make them await my bidding, and with what delight shall I witness their suspense while I make my final decision.
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A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.