294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased