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551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—