#AmericanWriters
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,