A Lion May Die Of An Ass's

Then Welcome Each Rebuff That Turns Earth's Smoothness Rough, Each Sting That Bids Nor Sit Nor Stand, But Go! Be Our Joys Three-parts Pain! Strive, And Hold Cheap The Strain; Learn, Nor Account The Pang; Dare, Never Grudge The Throe!

The World And Life's Too Big To Pass For A Dream

Death: The Grand Perhaps.

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

That's The Wise Thrush; He Sings Each Song Twice Over, Lest You Should Think He Never Could Recapture The First Fine Careless Rapture!