194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—

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

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell

782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—

789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…

932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—