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XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race