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713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…