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354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—