Remorse– is Memory– awake -
Her Parties all astir -
A Presence of Departed Acts -
At window– and at Door –
Its Past - set down before the S

722
Sweet Mountains’—Ye tell Me no l
Never deny Me’—Never fly’—
Those same unvarying Eyes
Turn on Me’—when I fail’—or feign

187
How many times these low feet stag
Only the soldered mouth can tell—
Try—can you stir the awful rivet—
Try—can you lift the hasps of stee

979
This Merit hath the worst—
It cannot be again—
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown Her furthest Stone—

785
They have a little Odor’—that to
Is metre’—nay’—'tis melody’—
And spiciest at fading’—indicate’—
A Habit’—of a Laureate’—

“Sic transit gloria mundi,”
“How doth the busy bee,”
“Dum vivimus vivamus,”
I stay mine enemy!
Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

SOUL, wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost, indeed,
But tens have won an all.
Angels’ breathless ballot

956
What shall I do when the Summer t
What, when the Rose is ripe—
What when the Eggs fly off in Mus
From the Maple Keep?

816
A Death blow is a Life blow to S
Who till they died, did not alive
Who had they lived, had died but w
They died, Vitality begun.

I’m saying every day
“If I should be a Queen, tomorrow
I’d do this way —
And so I deck, a little,
If it be, I wake a Bourbon,