220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?

968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me