#AmericanWriters
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…