Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine

358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.

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

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—