427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -

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

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?