119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—