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XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
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…
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
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
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—