The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday