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

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

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

39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,

No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us

XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

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

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—