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The vastest earthly Day
Is shrunken small
By one Defaulting Face
Behind a Pall — -
The Voice that stands for Floods to me
Is sterile borne to some —
The Face that makes the Morning mean
Glows impotent on them —
What difference in Substance lies
That what is Sum to me
By other Financiers be deemed
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The was a Young Lady of Bute,
Who played on a silver-gilt flute;
She played several jigs,
To her uncle's white pigs,
That amusing Young Lady of Bute.
Pub. 1846
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The waters chased him as he fled,
Not daring look behind —
A billow whispered in his Ear,
"Come home with me, my friend —
My parlor is of shriven glass,
My pantry has a fish
For every palate in the Year" —
To this revolting bliss
The object floating at his side
Made no...The way Hope builds his House
It is not with a sill —
Nor Rafter — has that Edifice
But only Pinnacle —
Abode in as supreme
This superficies
As if it were of Ledges smit
Or mortised with the Laws —The Whole of it came not at once —
'Twas Murder by degrees —
A Thrust — and then for Life a chance —
The Bliss to cauterize —
The Cat reprieves the Mouse
She eases from her teeth
Just long enough for Hope to tease —
Then mashes it to death —
'Tis Life's award — to die...The wind drew off
Like hungry dogs
Defeated of a bone —
Through fissures in
Volcanic cloud
The yellow lightning shone —
The trees held up
Their mangled limbs
Like animals in pain —
When Nature falls upon herself
Beware an Austrian.The Wind took up the Northern Things
And piled them in the south —
Then gave the East unto the West
And opening his mouth
The four Divisions of the Earth
Did make as to devour
While everything to corners slunk
Behind the awful power —
The Wind — unto his Chambers went...