820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

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

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—

353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -