#AmericanWriters
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
