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Your death, dear Lady, was quite cold For all the brave tears and ultimate spasm....

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When little boys grown patient at last, weary, Surrender their eyes immeasurably to the night,...

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While the body's life, deep as a covered well, Instinctive as the wind, busy as May, Burns out a secret passageway to hell.

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When Gabriel's trumpet ends all life's delay, Will crash the beams of firmamental woe:...

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When I have reached the shady underground With but sad hope of coming up again,...

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When the peace is a trade route, figures For the budget, reduction of population,...

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What shall we say of the bones, unclean, Whose verdurous anonymity will grow?...

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What shall we say who have knowledge Carried to the heart? Shall we take the act...

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Turn back. Turn, young lady dear A murderer's house you enter here I was wooed and won little bird

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turn round look at the violet finger (not touching it)...

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Uncle Ben's brass bullet-mould And powder horn, and Major Bogan's face...

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We are afraid that we have not lived. We are not afraid of dying.

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They darted down and rose up like a wave Or buzzed impetuously as before;...

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This girl borrowed no dim light of a star Nor ever night held her in a dark mesh,...

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This is the man who classified the bits Of his friends' hells into a pigeonhole—...

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There at the church they took him through the door, His sweet wide mouth much as it was before,...

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The stage is about to be swept of corpses. You have no more chance than an infusorian Lodged in a hollow molar of an eohippus.

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The times have changed. Why do you make a fuss For privilege when there's no law of form?

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Then one will say, 'He is not dead, maybe, Who was mortality's unshaken lover...

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The poisoned rat in the wall Cuts through the wall like a knife,...

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the quicksilver art Throws back the invisible but lightning mass...

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The dull conclave of crows'-footed faces Twitches as the man with one dollar enters;...

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The flies swarmed on the putrid vulva, then A black tumbling rout would seethe Of maggots, thick like a torrent in a glen....

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The gentle serpent, green in the mulberry bush, Riots with his tongue through the hush— Sentinel of the grave who counts us all!

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The graceless madness of her lips, Who was the powder-puff of life,...

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The faceless head lay still. I could not run Or walk, but stood. Alone in the public clearing...

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So you, O nameless Duchess who die young, Meet death somewhat lovingly...

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Speak, then, my Beauty, to this dire putrescence, To the worm that shall kiss your proud estate,...

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Say never the strong heart In the consuming breath Cries out unto the dark The skinny death.

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One rumor straight comes huddling on another Of death, and death, and death!

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