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High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—