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XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased