669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—

985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—

805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?