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486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
