736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—

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

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

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