987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

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

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—

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

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow