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124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith