646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

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

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—