107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—

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

669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

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

479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—