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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
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
