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Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near