490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine