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756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
138 Pigmy seraphs’—gone astray’— Velvet people from Vevay’— Balles from some lost summer day’— Bees exclusive Coterie’—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!