845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

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

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

FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…