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Death and Life Apparently with no surprise To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on, The... Poet:	Death is a Dialogue between Death is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. "Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir, I have another trust." Death doubts it, argues... Poet:	Death is like the insect Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam, Seek it with the saw, Baffle, if it cost you Everything you are. ... Poet:	Death is potential to that Man Death is potential to that Man Who dies — and to his friend — Beyond that — unconspicuous To Anyone but God — Of these Two — God remembers The longest — for the friend — Is integral — and therefore... Poet:
Death is the supple Suitor Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last — It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes And dim approach But brave at last with Bugles And a bisected Coach It... Poet:	Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places, we Like Individuals go Who something lost, the... Poet:	Death of a Pastor 1 PASTOR, thou art from us taken In the glory of thy years, As the oak, by tempests shaken, Falls ere time its verdure sears. 2 Pale and cold we see thee lying In God's temple, once so... Poet:	Death sets a Thing significant Death sets a Thing significant The Eye had hurried by Except a perished Creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little Workmanships In Crayon, or in Wool, With "This was last Her fingers did" — ... Poet:
Death warrants are supposed to be Death warrants are supposed to be An enginery of equity A merciful mistake A pencil in an Idol's Hand A Devotee has oft consigned To Crucifix or Block Poet:	Death's Waylaying not the sharpest Death's Waylaying not the sharpest Of the thefts of Time — There Marauds a sorer Robber, Silence — is his name — No Assault, nor any Menace Doth betoken him. But from Life's consummate Cluster — ... Poet:

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