582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.

823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—

432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live