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849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside