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Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirred Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base Every Summer be The Entomber of itself, So of Liberty – Left inactive on the Stalk All its…
Reportless Subjects, to the Quick Continual addressed – But foreign as the Dialect Of Danes, unto the rest. Reportless Measures, to the Ear Susceptive – stimulus – But like an Oriental Tale To others, fabulous –
Remembrance has a Rear and Front – ‘Tis something like a House – It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse – Besides the deepest Cellar That ever Mason laid – Look to it by its Fathoms Ourselves…
“Remember me” implored the Thief! Oh Hospitality! My Guest “Today in Paradise” I give thee guaranty. That Courtesy will fair remain When the Delight is Dust With which we cite this mightiest case Of compensated trust. Of all we are…
“Red Sea,” indeed! Talk not to me Of purple Pharaoh – I have a Navy in the West Would pierce his Columns thro’ – Guileless, yet of such Glory fine That all along the Line Is it, or is it…
Recollect the Face of me When in thy Felicity, Due in Paradise today Guest of mine assuredly – Other Courtesies have been – Other Courtesy may be – We commend ourselves to thee Paragon of Chivalry –
Rearrange a “Wife’s” affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness – Blush, my unacknowledged clay – Seven years of troth have taught thee More than…
Rather arid delight If Contentment accrue Make an abstemious Ecstasy Not so good as joy – But Rapture’s Expense Must not be incurred With a tomorrow knocking And the Rent unpaid –
Quite empty, quite at rest, The Robin locks her Nest, ——–and tries her Wings. She does not know a Route But puts her Craft about For rumored Springs – She does not ask for Noon – She does not ask for Boon…
Proud of my broken heart, since thou did’st break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night, since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility. Thou can’st not…