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376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
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— He danced along the dingy Days
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—