Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

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

780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove