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I Lost a World I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You'll know it by the Row of Stars Around its forehead bound. A Rich man—might not notice it— Yet—to my frugal Eye, Of more Esteem than Ducats— Oh find it—Sir—for me! Poet: Emily Dickinson	Any Where Out of the World La vida es un hospital en el que cada enfermo está poseído por el deseo de cambiar de cama. Éste querría padecer junto a la estufa y aquél cree que se curaría frente a la ventana. A mí me parece que estaría bien allí donde no estoy, y esa idea de mudanza es una de las que discuto sin... Poet: Charles Baudelaire	The World I Am Passing Through Few, in the days of early youth, Trusted like me in love and truth. I ’ve learned sad lessons from the years; But slowly, and with many tears; For God made me to kindly view The world that I was passing through. How little did I once believe... Poet: Lydia Maria Child	The New World The night that has no star lit up by God, The day that round men shines who still are blind, The earth their grave-turned feet for ages trod, And sea swept over by His mighty wind, All these have passed away, the melting dream That flitted o’er the sleeper... Poet: Jones Very
A World Beyond Science long watched the realms of space, A planet’s devious path to trace: Convinced of heaven’s harmonious law, “A World beyond” Leverrier saw. Thus when he views earth’s sins and woes, With a like faith the Christian knows There is a world... Poet: Nathaniel Ingersoll Bowditch	The Other World It lies around us like a cloud, The world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be. Its gentle breezes fan our cheeks Amid our worldly cares; Its gentle voices whisper love, And mingle with our... Poet: Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe	The World Well Lost That year? Yes, doubtless I remember still,— Though why take count of every wind that blows! ’T was plain, men said, that Fortune used me ill That year,—the self-same year I met with Rose. Crops failed; wealth took a flight; house, treasure, land, ... Poet: Edmund Clarence Stedman	World Music Jubilant the music through the fields a-ringing,— Carol, warble, whistle, pipe,—endless ways of singing, Oriole, bobolink, melody of thrushes, Rustling trees, hum of bees, sudden little hushes, Broken suddenly again— Carol, whistle, rustle,... Poet: Frances Louisa Bushnell
My New World my prow is tending toward the west, Old voices growing faint, dear faces dim, And all that I have loved the best Far back upon the waste of memory swim. My old world disappears: Few hopes and many fears Accompany me. But... Poet: Irving Browne	So Wags the World Memory cannot linger long, Joy must die the death. Hope’s like a little silver song Fading in a breath. So wags the weary world away Forever and a day. But love, that sweetest madness, Leaps and grows in toil and sadness, ... Poet: Ellen Mackay Hutchinson Cortissoz