235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.