170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

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

307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—

We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—