#AmericanWriters
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -