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I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—