497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—

No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—

852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.

958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—

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—

His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…

453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—

Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest

191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!