442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

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

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —