#AmericanWriters
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,