612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -

So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew