845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony