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

They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

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

666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…

My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—