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412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…