172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor

945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

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

567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—