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

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—