854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

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

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

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

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

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