904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—