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So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
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.
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—