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Rh The brave Empedocles, defying fools, 353. The brook sings on, but sings in vain, 332. The cold gray down upon the quinces lieth, 348. The cup of life is not so shallow, 387. The days pass over me, 395. The debt is paid, 257. The gale that wrecked you on the sand, 293. The green grass is bowing, 93. The heavy blue chain, 376. The living Heaven thy prayers respect, 275. The lords of life, the lords of life, 269. The low December vault in June be lifted high, 342. Theme no poet gladly sung, 280. The mountain and the squirrel, 75. The Muse's hill by Fear is guarded, 334. The patient Pan, 335. The prosperous and beautiful, 84. The rhyme of the poet, 123. The rocky nook with hill-tops three, 212. The rules to men made evident, 358. The sea is the road of the bold, 293. The sense of the world is short, 100. The solid, solid universe, 257. The South-wind brings, 148. The Sphinx is drowsy, 20. The sun athwart the cloud thought it no sin, 340. The sun goes down, and with him takes, 227. The sun set, but set not his hope, 273. The tongue is prone to lose the way, 351. The water understands, 344. The wings of Time are black and white, 270. The word of the Lord by night, 201. The yesterday doth never smile, 253. Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes, 9. There are beggars in Iran and Araby, 320. There is in all the sons of men, 393. There is no great and no small, 282. There is no architect, 128. They brought me rubies from the mine, 217. They put their finger on their lips, 362. They say, through patience, chalk, 300. Thine eyes still shined for me, though far, 99. Think me not unkind and rude, 119. This is he, who, felled by foes, 279. This shining moment is an edifice, 350. Thou foolish Hafiz! Say, do churls, 300. Thou shalt make thy house, 354. Though her eyes seek other forms, 388. Though loath to grieve, 76. Though love repine and reason chafe, 296. Thousand minstrels woke within me, 60. Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down, 303. Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, 248. Thy trivial harp will never please, 120. To and fro the Genius flies, 352. To clothe the fiery thought, 292. To transmute crime to wisdom, so to stem, 332. Trees in groves, 129. True Brahmin, in the morning meadows wet, 292. Try the might the Muse affords, 329. Two things thou shalt not long for, if thou love a mind serene, 302.