540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—