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I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
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…
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
