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283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
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
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!