395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—

444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—

38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!

A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—