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971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy— To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty For Her Jugular Defences— This, too, I endured— Hint of Glory—it afforded— For the Brave Beloved— Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger, Fraud of Death—to bear— It is Bounty—to Suspense's Vague Calamity— Stalking our entire Possession On a Hair's result— Then—seesawing—coolly—on it— Trying if it split—
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