175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—

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

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—