#AmericanWriters
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
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…
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
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,
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.