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The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
