359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society

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

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush

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—

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,

620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,