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994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
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
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—