792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

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

961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!

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

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