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LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—