33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—

314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—