235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.

To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!