823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—

666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—

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

9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.