Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.

100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold

595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—

847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—