763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—

555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—

A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone

985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—

25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—