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- A darting fear — a pomp — a tear —
- Alone, I cannot be —
- An Hour is a Sea
- As if I asked a common Alms,
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
- Away from Home are some and I —
- Before He comes we weigh the Time!
- Best Gains — must have the Losses' Test —
- By a flower — By a letter —
- Could I — then — shut the door —
- Fitter to see Him, I may be
- For largest Woman's Hearth I knew —
- Give little Anguish —
- Gratitude — is not the mention
- Great Caesar! Condescend
- Her breast is fit for pearls,
- His Feet are shod with Gauze —
- How well I knew Her not
- I could not drink it, Sweet,
- I have a Bird in spring
- I stole them from a Bee —
- I would distil a cup,
- I'll send the feather from my Hat!
- If she had been the Mistletoe
- Is it true, dear Sue?
- It is the Meek that Valor wear
- Let others - show this Surry's Grace
- Life is death we're lengthy at
- Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
- Like her the Saints retire,
- Nature and God — I neither knew
- No Prisoner be —
- No Rose, yet felt myself a'bloom
- Not all die early, dying young —
- Not "Revelation" — 'tis — that waits,
- Perhaps you think me stooping
- She sped as Petals of a Rose
- Should you but fail at — Sea —
- Sic transit gloria mundi
- So glad we are — a Stranger'd deem
- Soto! Explore thyself!
- "Speech" — is a prank of Parliament —
- Teach Him — When He makes the names —
- The Definition of Beauty is
- The Guest is gold and crimson —
- The Juggler's Hat her Country is —
- The lovely flowers embarrass me
- The Wind didn't come from the Orchard — today —
- There is another sky
- "They have not chosen me," he said,
- Tho' my destiny be Fustian —
- Through lane it lay — through bramble —
- To my small Hearth His fire came —
- To this World she returned.
- Truth — is as old as God —
- Unable are the Loved to die
- We can but follow to the Sun —
- We'll pass without the parting
- What care the Dead, for Chanticleer —
- When Continents expire
- When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,
- Where I have lost, I softer tread —
- Whose cheek is this?
- Would you like summer? Taste of ours.