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966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—