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A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin