458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away

If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin

1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—

985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?

Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.