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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!
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…