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139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
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.
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—