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XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
232 The Sun’—just touched the Morning… The Morning’—Happy thing’— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;