147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.

725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,