669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.