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It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold