760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—

956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?

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,

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live

Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me