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—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.

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