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I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
