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184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!