916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…

BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal copy

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

632 The Brain’—is wider than the Sky’… For’—put them side by side’— The one the other will contain With ease’—and You’—beside’—

386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?

553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!

My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—