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The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;