870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

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

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!