33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—

87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

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,

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!