“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!

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

88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—

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

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—

531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—