Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.

628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—

887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.

898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom

A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—

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

719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.