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The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—