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540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you