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 —

480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass

‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us

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

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”

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

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains