Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

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

He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—

666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—