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810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
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?
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
