Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

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

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!

896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—