88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—

165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!

857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—

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—

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in