778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—

49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

725 Where Thou art’—that’—is Home’— Cashmere’—or Calvary’—the same’— Degree’—or Shame’— I scarce esteem Location’s Name’—

The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

926 Patience’—has a quiet Outer’— Patience’—Look within’— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites’—between’—

570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—

573 The Test of Love’—is Death’— Our Lord’—"so loved"'—it saith’— What Largest Lover’—hath Another’—doth’—

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day