673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will

432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance

608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!

262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

207 Tho’ I get home how late’—how lat… So I get home - 'twill compensate… Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me’—

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,