897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

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—

723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—

659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow