262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—