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

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—

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—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

“Morning”—means “Milking”—to the… Dawn—to the Teneriffe— Dice—to the Maid— Morning means just Risk—to the Lo… Just revelation—to the Beloved—

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.