121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.