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222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye