830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

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

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—