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7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—