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842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight's—due—at Noon.
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—