The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

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

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—