421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

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

I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

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

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—