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

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

749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—

899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.

717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—

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

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—

383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men