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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.
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
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
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—