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XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
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…
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—