#AmericanWriters
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…