183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

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