951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

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

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature

806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds

421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—