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473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
