#AmericanWriters
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
