Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul...
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PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
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It was not Death, for I stood up,And all the Dead, lie down—It was not Night, for all the BellsPut out their Tongues, for Noon.
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We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
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Parting is all we know of Heaven,and all we need of Hell.
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In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound
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THE MOON was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her ch...
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In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down,Whose bonnets touch the firmament,Whose sandals touch the town, ―Meek at whose everlasting fee...
