I have scanned only only a few of these. As always, let me know (liam at holoweb dot net; for faster response mention the colour of your socks) if you would like more from this book.
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A Ruby kindles in the vine
“IV
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the WHITE HAND of MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the ground suspires. [more...] |
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Fill the cup that clears
XX
Ah, my Beloved, fill the cup that clears
TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears—
Tomorrow? - Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years. [more...]
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Myself when young
XXVII
Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
About it and about: but evermore
came out by the same door as in I went. [more...] |
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Earth Could Not Answer
XXXIII
Earth could not answer; nor the Seas that mourn
In flowing Purple, of their Lord forlorn;
Nor rolling Heaven, with all his Signs reveal’d
And hidden by the sleeve of Night and Morn. [more...] |
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A Potter thumping his wet clay
“XXXVI
think the Vessel, that with fugitive
Articulation answer’d, once did live,
And drink; and Ah! the passive Lip I kiss’d,
How many Kisses might it take—and give! [more...] |
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Poured Millions of Bubbles
XLVI. [more...]
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Lured with hope of some Diviner Drink
“LX
The mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord,
That all the misbelieving and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword. [more...] |
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Helpless Pieces of the Game he Plays
In the picture, an old white-bearded man wearing a green robe and headband is holding one hand aloft and beckoning with the other. [more...] |
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Did the Hand then of the Potter shake
A boy or young man kneels, wearing only a loin-cloth: he is bare-chested and barefoot. He is a potter, holding a cup. [more...] |
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