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33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.