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The Frost of Death was on the Pane — The Frost of Death was on the Pane — "Secure your Flower" said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak We fought Mortality. Our passive Flower we held to Sea — To Mountain — To the Sun — Yet even on... Poet:	The Manner of its Death The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die — 'Tis deemed a privilege to choose — 'Twas Major Andre's Way — When Choice of Life — is past — There yet remains a Love Its little Fate to stipulate... Poet:	There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, As lately as Today — I know it, by the numb look Such Houses have — alway — The Neighbors rustle in and out — The Doctor — drives away — A Window opens... Poet:	A thought on death Alas! my thoughts, how faint they rise, Their pinions clogg'd with dirt; They cannot gain the distant skies, ... Poet:
Till Death — is narrow Loving — Till Death — is narrow Loving — The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness — be spent — But He whose loss procures you Such Destitution that Your Life too abject for... Poet:	Unit, like Death, for Whom? Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him — The Grave is strict — Tickets admit Just two — the Bearer — And the Borne — And seat — just One —... Poet:	Until death (Botta) Make me no vows of constancy, dear friend, To love me, though I die, thy whole life long, And love no other till thy days shall end; Nay, it were rash and wrong. If... Poet:

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