491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—

987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!