809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday

717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—