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All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train— Then sleeps in state again— My chancel—all the plain Today. To lose—if one can find again— To miss—if one shall meet— The Burglar…
All the letters I can writeAre not fair as this—Syllables of Velvet—Sentences of Plush,Depths of Ruby, undrained,Hid, Lip, for Thee—Play it were a Humming Bird—And just sipped—me—
All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid. Gathered from many wanderings— Gethsemane can tell Thro’ what transporting anguish She reached the Asphodel! Soft falls the sounds…
All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ‘Tis Economy To bestow a World And withhold a Star— Utmost, is Munificence— Less, tho’ larger, poor.
All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’s New Accompanying— Grace of Wealth, and Grace of Station Less accounted than An unknown Esteem possessing— Estimate—Who can— Home effaced—Her faces dwindled— Nature—altered small—…
All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent— The Light His Action, and the Dark The Leisure of His Will— In Him Existence serve or set A Force illegible.
All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved— Wastes of Lives—resown with Colors By Succeeding Springs— Death—unto itself—Exception— Is exempt from Change—
Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment— Day—drops you her Red Adieu! Still—Clad in your Mail of ices— Thigh of Granite—and thew—of Steel— Heedless—alike—of pomp—or parting Ah, Teneriffe! I’m kneeling—still—
Ah, Necromancy Sweet! Ah, Wizard erudite! Teach me the skill, That I instill the pain Surgeons assuage in vain, Nor Herb of all the plain Can Heal!
Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you— Do you think I’d stop For a Firmament— Or a Cubit—or so? I could borrow a Bonnet Of the Lark— And a Chamois’ Silver Boot—…