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430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—