952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

’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

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

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