479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—

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

296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen