101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?

XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—

412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

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,