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133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
