782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—