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Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -