897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.

517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

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

944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn

Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—

228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

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