Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine

29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—

426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…

Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—

XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards