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XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
682 ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity—
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.