932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot