797
By my Window have I for Scenery
Just a Sea—with a Stem—
If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i
The Opinion will serve—for them—

668
“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—

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

402
I pay’—in Satin Cash’—
You did not state’—your price’—
A Petal, for a Paragraph
It near as I can guess’—

693
Shells from the Coast mistaking—
I cherished them for All—
Happening in After Ages
To entertain a Pearl—

62
“Sown in dishonor”!
Ah! Indeed!
May this “dishonor” be?
If I were half so fine myself

886
These tested Our Horizon—
Then disappeared
As Birds before achieving
A Latitude.

The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend—
Or the most agonizing Spy—
An Enemy—could send—
Secure against its own—

A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie
Are forever lost to me
Had I but further scanned

241
I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it’s true—
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe—