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To Celia. Occasioned by her apprehending her house would be broke open, and having an old fellow to guard it, who sat up all night, with a gun without any ammunition.

CUPID CALLED TO ACCOUNT.

LAST night, as my unwilling mind

To rest, dear Celia, I resign'd;

For how should I repose enjoy,

While any fears your breast annoy?

Forbid it, heav'n, that I should be

From any of your troubles free.

O! would kind Fate attend my pray'r,
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To die — without the Dying

To die — without the Dying

And live — without the Life

This is the hardest Miracle

Propounded to Belief.
We'll pass without the parting

We'll pass without the parting

So to spare

Certificate of Absence —

Deeming where

I left Her I could find Her

If I tried —

This way, I keep from missing

Those that died.
Without a smile — Without a Throe

Without a smile — Without a Throe

A Summer's soft Assemblies go

To their entrancing end

Unknown — for all the times we met —

Estranged, however intimate —

What a dissembling Friend —
Without this — there is nought —

Without this — there is nought —

All other Riches be

As is the Twitter of a Bird —

Heard opposite the Sea —

I could not care — to gain

A lesser than the Whole —

For did not this include themself —

As Seams — include the Ball?

I wished a way might be

My...