831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights’—burned… At Bases of the Trees’— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting’—to These’—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

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