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852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
