366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

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

56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—