809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.

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

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

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—