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454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
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…
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
