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His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
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
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
