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LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
