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Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle If I prove it steep — If a Discouragement withhold me — If my newest step Older feel than the Hope that prompted — Spotless be from blame Heart that proposed as... Poet:	Upon a Lilac Sea Upon a Lilac Sea To toss incessantly His Plush Alarm Who fleeing from the Spring The Spring avenging fling To Dooms of Balm Poet:	Upon a Venerable Rival Full thirty frosts since thou wert young Have chill'd the wither'd grove, Thou wretch! and hast thou liv'd so long, Nor yet forgot to love? Ye Sages! spite of your pretences To wisdom, you must own... Poet:	Upon Concluded Lives Upon Concluded Lives There's nothing cooler falls — Than Life's sweet Calculations — The mixing Bells and Palls — Make Lacerating Tune — To Ears the Dying Side — 'Tis Coronal — and Funeral — ... Poet:
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird And crossed a thousand Trees Before a Fence without a Fare His Fantasy did please And then he lifted up his Throat And squandered such a Note A Universe that overheard ... Poet:	Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Too sullied for the hell To which the law entitled him. As nature's curtain fell The one who bore him tottered in , — For this was woman's son. "'Twere all I had," she... Poet:	Valediction To His Book I'll tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do ⁠To anger destiny, as she doth us; ⁠How I shall stay, though she eloign me thus, And how... Poet:	Poems of Childhood/A Valentine Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite As blithe a little maid as you. And, though her hair is snowy white, Her eyes still have their maiden blue, And on her checks, as fair as thine, Methinks a girlish blush... Poet:
Verses Supposed To Be Written by Alexander Selkirk I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the center all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy... Poet:	Verses Written at Bath on Finding the Heel of a Shoe Fortune! I thank thee: gentle Goddess! thanks! Not that my muse, tho' bashful, shall deny She would have thank'd thee rather, hadst thou cast A treasure in her way; for neither meed Of early breakfast, to dispel the fumes... Poet: