906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore

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

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

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—

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.