742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…