679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

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

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.