792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do

We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—

888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…