#AmericanWriters
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—