501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

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

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—

816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—

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

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?