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

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.

234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—