#AmericanWriters
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
