444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead

823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—

438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—

669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—