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We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
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A little east of Jordan, Evangelists record, A gymnast and an angel Did wrestle long and hard, Till morning touching mountain– And Jacob, waxing strong, The Angel begged permission To breakfast to return. “Not so,” said cunning Jacob! “I will…
A little bread–a crust–a crumb— A little trust–a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing–warm— Conscious—as old Napoleon, The night before the Crown! A modest lot–A fame petite— A brief Campaign of sting and sweet…
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human naturefeels. It waits upon the lawn;…
A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps! The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms— Sweep vale–and hill–and tree! Prithee, My pretty Housewives! Who may expected be? The…
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