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155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…