Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—

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

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—