644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

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

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

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

94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

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