366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

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

234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

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

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?