455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith

421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—

147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—