139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws