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XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering