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His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself