955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,