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100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
296 One Year ago’—jots what? God’—spell the word! I’—can’t’— Was’t Grace? Not that’— Was’t Glory? That’—will do’—
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—