The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

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

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

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

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

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

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks