289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?

That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!