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I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

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The Past Is Not A Package One Can Lay Away.

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The Career Of Flowers Differs From Ours Only Inaudibleness.

We Trust In Plumed Procession For Such The Angels Go Rank After Rank, With Even Feet/and Uniforms Of Snow.

The Brain Is Just The Weight Of God-- For--heft Them--pound For Pound-- And They Will Differ--if They Do-- As Syllable From Sound

In The Name Of The Bee And Of The Butterfly And Of The Breeze, Amen!

To Shut Your Eyes Is To Travel.

I Started Early, Took My Dog, And Visited The Sea; The Mermaids In The Basement Came Out To Look At Me

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The Spider As An Artist Has Never Been Employed- Though His Surpassing Merit Is Freely Certified.

My River Runs To Thee: Blue Sea, Wilt Welcome Me? My River Waits Reply. Oh Sea, Look Graciously! I ’ll Fetch Thee Brooks From Spotted Nooks,— Say, Sea, Take Me!

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The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky, For, Put Them Side By Side, The One The Other Will Include With Ease, And You Beside.

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A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

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Superiority To Fate Is Difficult To Gain 'tis Not Conferred Of Any But Possible To Earn.

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