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129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?