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CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!