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LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.