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987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
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…
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?