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482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
