Dickinson's association of heliotrope with Mary Bowles was nonce and fleeting, but the subject of gardens was always a safe one on which to address her: “How is your garden – Mary? Are the Pinks true –?”

We would then take a surrogate pair consisting of two wydes: the first from the high area, the second from the low area.

This isn't a pony, it's just an undersize horse.

Let him deny himself, and take up his cross.