#AmericanWriters
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
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—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see