213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

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

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,