28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

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

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—

427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–