If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will

944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—

770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus