147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!