930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.

363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…

432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue

872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased

You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—

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

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —

Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty