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14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—