We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—