Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

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

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—