307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

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

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.