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192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!