523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday

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—

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!