612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?

453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —

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—

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—

452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—

313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…