Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe

355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face—

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend