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

131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—

366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand

325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—

Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—

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

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—