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I aimed my pebble, but myself Was all the one that fell. Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small? I AIMED MY PEBBLE BUT MYSELF WAS ALL THE ONE THAT FELL WAS IT GOLIATH WAS TOO LARGE OR ONLY I TOO SMALL
f it contain a kernel? The figure of a nut Presents upon a tree, Equally plausibly; But meat within is requisite, To squirrels and to me. XXIX. MY COUNTRY'S WARDROBE. My country need not change her gown, Her triple suit as sweet As when 't was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced "a fit." Great Britain disapproves "the stars;" Disparagement discreet, -- There 's something in their attitude That taunts her bayonet. XXX. Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency! XXXI. Except the heaven had come so near, So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so; I had not hoped before. But just to hear the grace depart I never thought to see, Afflicts me with a double loss; 'T is lost, and lost to me. XXXII. Portraits are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest. XXXIII. THE DUEL. I took my power in my hand. And went against the world; 'T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.  IS EVERY ONE I MEET IF IT CONTAIN A KERNEL THE FIGURE OF A NUT PRESENTS UPON A TREE EQUALLY PLAUSIBLY BUT MEET WITHIN ITS REQUISITE TO SQUIRRELS AND TO ME TWENTY NINE MY COUNTRY'S WARDROBE MY COUNTRY NEED NOT CHANGE HER GOWN HER TRIPLE SUIT AS SWEET AS WHEN TWAS CUT AT LEXINGTON AND FIRST PRONOUNCED A FIT GREAT BRITAIN DISAPPROVES THE STARS DISPARAGEMENT DISCREET THERE'S SOMETHING IN THEIR ATTITUDE THAT TAUNTS HER BAYONET THIRTY FAITH IS A FINE INVENTION FOR GENTLEMEN WHO SEE BUT MICROSCOPES ARE PRUDENT IN AN EMERGENCY THIRTY ONE EXCEPT THE HEAVEN HAD COME SO NEAR SO SEEM TO CHOOSE MY DOOR THE DISTANCE WOULD NOT HAUNT ME SO I HAD NOT HOPED BEFORE BUT JUST TO HEAR THE GRACE DEPART I NEVER THOUGHT TO SEE AFFLICTS ME WITH A DOUBLE LOSS TIS LOST AND LOST TO ME THIRTY TWO PORTRAITS ARE TO DAILY FACES AS AN EVENING WEST TO A FINE PEDANTIC SUNSHINE IN A SATIN VEST THIRTY THREE THE DUEL I TOOK MY POWER IN MY HAND AND WENT AGAINST THE WORLD TWAS NOT SO MUCH AS DAVID HAD BUT I WAS TWICE AS BOLD
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