878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –

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

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—