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It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—’twas not Pain— It moved away the Cheeks— A Dimple at a time— And left the Profile—plainer— And in the place of Bloom It left the…
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation— But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissolution— It failed from Men— I could not deem these Planetary forces Annulled— But suffered an Exchange of Territory— Or World—
It is easy to work when the soul is at play— But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings up Makes work difficult—then— It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind— But…
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place, Though pyramids decay, And kingdoms, like the orchard, Flit russetly away.
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It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust— Permitted—such a Head— The Stone—that tells defending Whom This Spartan put away What little of Him we—possessed In Pawn for Liberty— The price…
It dropped so low — in my Regard — I heard it hit the Ground — And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind — Yet blamed the Fate that flung it — less Than I…
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It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot, Traverse broader forests— Build in gayer boughs, Breathe in Ear more modern God’s old fashioned vows— This was but a Birdling— What…