394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—

98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—

807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity

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

599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —