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

705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –

Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—