#AmericanWriters
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—