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146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
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…
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—