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A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—