EVEN the bravest that are slain
Shall not dissemble their surprise
On waking to find valor reign,
Even as on earth, in paradise;
And where they sought without the

NOW that they’ve got it settled w
I’m going to tell them something t
They’ve got it settled wrong, and
Flattered I must be to have two t
To make a present of me to each ot

We chanced in passing by that afte
To catch it in a sort of special p
Among tar-banded ancient cherry tr
Set well back from the road in ran
The little cottage we were speakin

I’m going out to clean the pasture
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves
(And wait to watch the water clear
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come
I’m going out to fetch the little

The line—storm clouds fly tattered
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones
And the hoof—prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for

A house that lacks, seemingly, mis
With doors that none but the wind
Its floor all littered with glass
It stands in a garden of old-fashi
I pass by that way in the gloaming

I have wished a bird would fly awa
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from
When it seemed as if I could bear
The fault must partly have been in

He is said to have been the last
In Action. And the Miller is sai
If you like to call such a sound a
But he gave no one else a laugher’
For he turned suddenly grave as if

A saturated meadow,
Sun—shaped and jewel—small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;
Where winds were quite excluded,

My long two-pointed ladder’s stick
Toward heaven still,
And there’s a barrel that I didn’
Beside it, and there may be two or
Apples I didn’t pick upon some bo