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486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
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.
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -