787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;

I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!