#AmericanWriters
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom