XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

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

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

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