679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

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

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!