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978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!