With skill that never Alchemist yet told, 458.
*Within my Heart, the magic child, 637.
Within these circling hollies, wood-bine clad, 460.
Within these wilds was Anna wont to rove, 11.

Yes, noble old Warrior! this heart has beat high,

141.

Yes, yes! that boon, life's richest treat, 202.
Yet art thou happier far than she, 29.

*Yon row of bleak and visionary pines, 463.