Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

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

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—

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.