820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—

550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then

A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…

232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—