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627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
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
