343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains