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66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,