657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

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

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—

227 Teach Him – When He makes the na… Such an one – to say – On his babbling – Berry – lips – As should sound – to me –