It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—